Lyrics

Hold up, hold up Tell me what the hold up is I'm a little spoiled I'll be the first to admit it I'm not used to Laying low about my feelings I'll tell the world Then write a book when I'm finished I should thank your mama, yea Look at what she made Sweating you so badly I'm in summer with no rain (Yea) I want it, want it, want it, want it More than I want to I want it, want it, want it, want it Tell me what I'm supposed to do You got me on my knees begging, pleading Praying I'll be receiving Everything I want from you Yea I want it, want it Don't you know I want it? More than I want to You won't catch me interested I'm way too selective But you're catching my interest And it's working so effective Got me seeing colors Picasso couldn't paint You pull me deep, enrapture me Leave me no restraint And I should thank your mama, oooh Look at what she made Lord, I'm sweating you so badly I'm in summer with no rain (Yea) I want it, want it, want it, want it More than I want to I want it, want it, want it, want it Tell me what I'm supposed to do You got me on my knees begging, pleading Praying I'll be receiving Everything I want from you Yea I want it, want it Don't you know I want it? More than I want to Usually got way too much pride But for you I put it aside Cuz I can't see you with nobody else It would eat me up alive It would eat me up (it would eat me, you know that) It would eat me up (it would eat me, you know that) It would eat me up (it would eat me, you know that) Baby you know that it would eat me up I want it, want it, want it, want it More than I want to Yea I want it, want it, want it, want it Tell me what I'm supposed to do You got me on my Knees begging, Pleading, praying I'm receiving Everything I want from you I want it, want it Don't you know I want it? More than I want to
Writer(s): Norman Newell, Nino Oliviero, Riz Ortolani, Marcello Ciorciolini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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