Текст песни
Don't wanna feel your touch. You think I don't know, but no. You wanna feel my touch. Baby, you know it's over now. Speak No más, no más y ya no Ooh, you Know they watchin'. Turn the so good, That's what makes it move. Like it's been a minute just lookin' to feel It. So you just can't get enough, So you talk Your love. Should've figured, you. Just a wild child, right? All Right. Huh. I'm like, "Nah, you boo." She replies with a Pretty little, "Fuck you, too." Pretty certain pretty products ain't worth it. Sittin' simple but the scuff's on the surface. I'm like, "Nah, you boo." She replies with a pretty little, "Fuck you, too." Pretty certain pretty products ain't worth it. Sittin' simple but the scuff's on the surface. It's getting deep enough. It's getting no one to show you how. Three months is deep enough. Three months it could show you out. What you think, closer to you. Oh, boy, I'm talking to you. You know I want it, boy, just get it. But what happens I can't see it. I just wish seeing is real. I never felt what I'm feeling. 'Cause I get closer to you. Not much you could do. There's nothing that a wild child won't do, Right? Should've figured, you. Just a wild child, right? Everybody Say, girl." It's me. Nobody wants to fuck with you. Everybody say, "Hey, Girl." It's you. Nobody wants to fuck with you. Everybody say, "Hey, girl." Don't want nothing to do with you. All right, everybody say, "Hey, girl." Don't want nothing to do with you. All right, huh. I'm like, "Nah, you boo." She replies with a Pretty little, "Fuck you, too." Pretty certain pretty products ain't worth it. Sittin' simple but the scuff's on the surface. I'm like, "Nah, you boo." She replies with a pretty little, "Fuck you, too." Pretty certain pretty products ain't worth it. Sittin' simple but the scuff's on the surface. It's me, it's you. Just me, it's you. All right. Huh, all right. Let's repeat that. It's me, it's you. Just me, it's you. All right. Huh, all right. Girl. It's me, it's you. Just me, it's you. All right. Huh, all right. Repeat that. It's me, It's you. Just me, it's you
Running Touch, Ira Horace O-W — Aubrey
«Aubrey» — Running Touch, Ira Horace O-W. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:13. Жанр — Танцевальная.
