26 lyrics for "Find me somebody to love (somebody)"

Everybody's got somebody Not just anybody But the one That you can't help who you love No you can't help, you can't help who you love Friends try to set you up, try to find you someone new They say you'll get along, you're just alike, she's perfect for
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I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to
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Once you've loved somebody It ain't that easy to do Like I loved you I should go out tonight Get on with my life Break these chains of solitude With a little luck and a little help I might even find myself In the arms of someone new
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Find me somebody to love Can anybody find me somebody to love? (Find me somebody to love) Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet (Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry) Lord, what you're doing
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From the bottom of my broken heart There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know You were my true love From the first kisses to the very last rose Even though time may find me somebody new You were my real love, I never knew love 'Til there was you
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I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to
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I hope you find somebody, I hope you find somebody I hope you find somebody to love, somebody to love 'Cause all I see are wings, I can see your wings But I know what I am and the life I live, yeah, the life I live But I know time will tell if we're
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Find me somebody to love Can anybody find me somebody to love? Somebody uh (somebody) somebody (somebody) Each morning I get up I die a little Can barely stand on my feet (take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry Lord, what you're doing
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I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! Bitches simmer down (uh) Takin' hella
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