Vetta Borne

R.I.P
Uh, I fell in love again You really are the one I'm feelin' really blessed With your Midas touch The neighbour's on the fence 'Cause we're out of control You take out all my stress Lookin' for the gold And I'm like, "Oh, my gosh" You look good when you take that off You got your hands up on my neck Let's show off to the passing cars I'm sitting right on your Heaven I take it to the one above But you don't let me catch my breath Runnin' in the marathon (Oh) Girl, you've got me seein' stars I think I just met my God R.I.P. to me, I'm gone 'Cause you know how to make me Passed out on a bench Why you keep on callin'? I'm outta my head SongtexteYou tryna kill me off? And I'm like, "Oh, my gosh" You look good when you take that off You got your hands up on my neck Let's show off to the passing cars I'm sitting right on your Heaven I take it to the one above But you don't let me catch my breath Runnin' in the marathon (Oh) Girl, you've got me seeing stars I think I just met my God R.I.P. to me, I'm gone 'Cause you know how to make me (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh) (You make me) Girl, you've got me seein' stars (Stars, stars) I think I just met my God R.I.P. to me, I'm gone 'Cause you know how to make me, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania