T. Mills - Right Song | Текст песни

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It’s Friday night, she turned up,
She calls me, but I’m drunk as fuck!
So I sent a cab, she will be here soon
She’s sinking at her dorm room!
She, she, she love her way
Her heartbeat when I make her laughing
And everytime the radio is on

[Chorus:]
I hit you with the right song, the right song!
And you’re mine, don’t be shy!
You got my play list on your iPod, your iPod
For tonight, everytime!
I hit you with the right song, the right song!
You and I, you and I
Playing all night long, all night long
Cause you’re mine, yeah you’re mine, girl!
I play the right song!

Sexy when she’s driving
Said she’s on my record
Playing on the radio, she sent me her picture now
Now you know I can’t resist it,
My hands around your hips
It’s ridiculous, I’m falling in,
You’re calling in to work late
Cause first day, first day, you let me get to first base
The second night was a lil more,
Third time you don’t have to score!
We’re cutting girl, the first day
I think you’re fine, I’m sure of it!
God damn, your body perfect to take curving!
Make you switch your ringtone,
Make me sing a new hook about loving you and making love
You kill me with that one look!
Here, record it, let it play,
Hear me sing my heart out!
You started it, I finish it
We’re on top of the charts now!

[Chorus:]
I hit you with the right song, the right song!
And you’re mine, don’t be shy!
You got my play list on your iPod, your iPod
For tonight, everytime!
I hit you with the right song, the right song!
You and I, you and I
Playing all night long, all night long
Cause you’re mine, yeah you’re mine, girl!
I play the right song!

I can’t hear a thing, except you’re right here with me
I beat that body while I sing
I’m heating hard note to that thing,
I’m heating hard note to that thing!
Now baby, speed up, slow it down (..is growing!)
Get on top, ride it out (..is growing!)
I’m the favourite on your play list
Play me, now play this
Naked and famous, fuck that, the A shit!

It’s Friday night, she turned up,
She calls me, but I’m drunk as fuck!
So I sent a cab, she will be here soon
She’s sinking at her dorm room!
She, she, she love her way
Her heartbeat when I make her laughing
And everytime the radio is on

[Chorus:]
I hit you with the right song, the right song!
And you’re mine, don’t be shy!
You got my play list on your iPod, your iPod
For tonight, everytime!
I hit you with the right song, the right song!
You and I, you and I
Playing all night long, all night long
Cause you’re mine, yeah you’re mine, girl!
I play the right song!

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