Sergey Popov - Good For You;Same Old Love;Hands To Myself | Текст песни

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\"Good For You\"

I'm in my 14 carats, I'm 14 carat
Doing it up like Midas, mmm
Now you say I got a touch, so good, so good
Make you never wanna leave, so don't, so don't

Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to your heart beating

Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
I just wanna look good for you, good for you, uh-huh
Let me show you how proud I am to be yours
Leave this dress a mess on the floor
And still look good for you, good for you, uh-huh

\"Same Old Love\"

Take away all your things and go
You can't take back
What you said, I know
I've heard it all before,
At least a million times
I'm not one to forget, you know

I don't believe, I don't believe it
You left in peace, left me in pieces
Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees
Right now, 'ow

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I'm so sick of that same old love,
That shit, it tears me up
I’m so sick of that same old love,
My body's had enough
Oh, that same old love
Oh, that same old love
I’m so sick of that same old love,
Feels like I've blown apart
I’m so sick of that same old love,
The kind that breaks your heart
Oh, that same old love
Oh, that same old love

\"Hands To Myself\"

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won’t let one drop go to waste
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I

Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

My doctor say you’re no good
But people say what they wanna say
And you should know if I could
I’d breathe you in every single day

All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, but I

Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

Can’t keep my hands to myself
I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Oh, I, I want it all
I want it all, I want it all
Can’t keep my hands to myself
I mean I could,
But why would I want to?
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself

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