100 lyrics for "Se la (say it), se la (say it)"

Oh God you gotta make it stop My sweet Virginia You used to say I couldn't save you enough So I've been savin' it up, I started savin' it up I started givin' you up, I started givin' you up You and what army, Arlandria, Arlandria Use me up, spit me out,
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I won't tell your secrets Your secrets are safe with me Just think of me as the pages in your diary I will keep your secrets Lemme hear you say woo (woo) Lay your head on my pillow Here you can be yourself No one has to know what you are feeling No one
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I wanna l-l-l-l-l-l-l-love unconditional Take me as I am If you love me like you say you love me I wanna l-l-l-l-l-l-l-love I'm far from perfect, nothing even close But that's what makes me beautiful, that's something you should know And I'm not looking
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He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been
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I'm bout to throw some game, they both one and the same Cupid's the one to blame, say it (make love to me) I'm bout to shed some light, cause each and every night You gotta do it right, what? (fuck, me!) Oh! Oh! Oh! Say it (make love to me) Oh! Oh! Oh!
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'Cause I got new girls, new problems I won't waste no time thinking about you anymore I won't waste no time talking about you anymore Uhh baby got got another another thing coming You used to say That all it takes is a dollar and a daydream, But now
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Standing on the corner, trying to keep it clean A fine lookin' woman, in a pair of Lees Take her back to my place, lay her down in bed And after she's stripped down, I say leave 'em on instead Baby's wearing blue jeans I see you in the evening, keep 'em
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We are tired of the tune, "you must not relent" The soldier boy for his soldier's pay, obeys The sergeant at arms, whatever he says The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay, obey The captains until his dying day The captain will, for his captain's pay,
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I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you And your white horse, to come around Say you're sorry That face of
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