Mattanja Joy Bradley - Sucker For Love | Текст песни

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six in the morning
the city is sleeping
drawn for a bootycall no one will hear me
walking past the house of my ex
Rather be with him but that thought grates me crazy
so I take a caps so my son cheeks keeps in the mirror
lately I 've been gone to deep
I'm a sucker for love, queen of the discotheek

And the guys arround me.

Hang op for the fame, hang op for the fame
Someone like fucking sticks arround me
tears are rolling down my heart
solo down, my . keep the hiddin'
it's why live with them
Hang out for the fame, hang out for the fame
it's really not that strange
I'm sucker for the love, queen of the discotheek

You said you're heart was broken right
so i gave you mine
would have kept it for myself now
now i know you took away my life
now i walk arround in an empty house
won't lie, a mirror looking back at me
there go in my soul sooks me dry
from a city to the salands again
fool pride, a cheer now
i do not mis you yeah
every step forward
yes we led it to you
you didn't know, babe you don't
no mistake i had some hard steps now
I'm a sucker for love, queen of the discotheek
hang out for the fame, hang out for the fame
someone like fucking sticks arround me
tears rolling down my heart
solo down, my . keep a head on
thats why live with them
hang op for the fame, hang op for the fame
it's really not that strange
i'm a sucker for the love
one more before the sun rises
now it's again a long good
feel everything out of my head
one more before the sun rises
now it's again a long good
by myself in a room full of people
hang out for the fame, hang out for the fame
someone like fucking sticks arround me
tears rolling down my heart
solo down, my . keep on hidding, thats why living
hang out for the fame, hang out for fame
it's really not that strange
i'm a sucker for the love, queen of the discotheek
hang out for the fame, hang out for the fame
someone like fucking sticks arround me
tears rolling down my heart
hang out for the fame
hang out for the fame
queen of the discotheek

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