87 lyrics for "La la la la la la la la (whoa)"

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I
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It had to be you. It had to be you It had to be you. I've wandered around, Finally found somebody who, Could make me be true. Whoa whoawhoa whoawhoa could make me be blue. And, even be glad just to be sad thinkin' of you Some others I've seen, might never be
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She's not a saint and she's not what you think She's an actress, whoa She's better known for the things that she does On the mattress, whoa Soon she's gonna find Stealing other people's toys on the playground Won't make you many friends She should keep
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That's where it is It's in his kiss If you want to know if he loves you so WhoaWhoa hug him and squeeze him tight Find out what you want to know If it's love, if it really is It's there in his kiss How about the way he acts Oh no! That's not the way
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I get down, I get down, I get down Her light is as loud as as many ambulances As it takes to save a savior (whoa whoawhoa whoawhoa) She floats through the room on a big balloon Some say, "She's such a fake" That her love is made up No, no, no, no Let's have
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(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like WhoaWhoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5
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Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat WhoaWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead
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Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is WhoaWhoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your
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