Matthew Thomas Meade - Ladyfriend | Текст песни

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Chocolate cake for breakfast almost every day
If I got the money, baby, you know I'm gonna pay
Money is no object, I'll spend all that I got
Cuz I am sick and tired, lady, of being where you're not

Cuz your my friend, you're my friend, you're my friend
Come and wrap me up you're my ladyfriend

Your song's been stuck inside my head for so long that it ain't fair
I just want to yell it out to everyone everywhere
No one makes the kinds of song that describe the smell of your hair
So I'll figure out just how to explain it, I'll learn more chords I swear


Cuz your my friend, you're my friend, you're my friend
Come and wrap me up you're my ladyfriend

Well maybe it's a bit to little, or just a bit too late
But things don't always come out right by the time I say it
If only i were a little bit taller or little more assertive
Or knew all the names of all those bands that I pretend I've heard of

And I don't know why I hesitate or why I wait so long
But I love you lady
Yes I love you.
And that's why I wrote this song

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