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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Glee. Glee Presents The Warblers. When I Get You Alone.

Oh, baby girl, where ya at?
Got no strings, got none attached
Can't stop that feeling for long, no

You're making dogs wanna beg
Breaking them off your fancy legs
They make you feel right at home now, oh

See all these illusions just take us too long
And I want it bad
Because you walk pretty, because you talk pretty
'Cause you make me sick and I'm not leaving 'til you're leaving

Oh, I swear there's something
When she's pumping, asking for a raise
Well, does she want me to carry her home now?
So does she want me to buy her things?

On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice, my crew, my mind
My father's last name

When I get you alone
When I get you you'll know, babe
When I get you alone
When I get you alone

Baby girl, you the shh
That makes you my equivalent
You can keep your toys in the drawer tonight
Alright

All my dawgs talking fast
Ain't you got some photographs?
'Cause you shook that room like a star, now
Yes, you did, yes you did

All these intrusions just take us too long
And I want you so bad
Because you walk city, because you talk city
'Cause you make me sick and I'm not leaving 'til you're leaving

So I pray there's something she ain't bluffing
Rubbing up on me
Well, does she want me to make a vow? Check it
Well, does she want me to make it now?

On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice, my crew, my mind
My father's last name

When I get you alone
When I get you you'll know, babe
I get you alone
When I get you alone

Ooh, when I get you alone, oh

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