51 lyrics for "Who's this"
Now I got this problem following me Better be careful, better be careful Better be careful Whose heart you break Never knowin' what you do Next time I will be careful! I met her after my show, I took her back to my room
PlayWhose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder, baby? And who did you run to? And whose lips have you been kissin'? And whose ear did you make a wish in'? Is she the one that you've been
PlayIt's a war of the hearts Who's calling the shots To have or to have not It's a war of the hearts (It's a war of the hearts) The fire has got to cease Don't know where to point this thing I've got a bullet to spare I could aim
PlayEl man que te vuelve loca Estás pasa', todo está normal Me encantas como el coffee por la mañana Sabes bien que te tengo ganas Que te tengo ganas Who's this? Hasta en inglés preguntó Quería saber quién era yo Algo nos debemos
PlayWho's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two
PlaySlowly down the hall of fame (fame, fame) That's what you get for sleeping with the enemy Where angels fly you won't play For my big mouth, my big name Around this town you've ceased to be So guess who's gonna take the blame I'll put on my shoes while
PlayThis fire is burning, and it's out of control It's not a problem you can stop It's rock n' roll Lost in the Garden of Eden Said, we're lost in the Garden of Eden And there's no one who's gonna believe this But we're lost in the Garden of Eden It's a
PlayPop, pop, pop I can rule the world I'm a prima donna Don't care who's around me I can fool the world So hand's up Catch this feeling There's no stopping this Right now in this moment
PlayJust this once Listen to the words I say If you want I will I’m there until the end of time Always a stranger in a crowd You want someone to blame The one who drives the rusted nail But who’s left will never care Pretending becomes a chore
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