100 lyrics for "(Oh na, na, na)"

On a body like you Tell me what I gotta do Oh Oh na-na-na La-di-da-di Wanna know how it feels Let me love you like that, honey do I watch you movin', you movin' to me, see where this can go I got you choosin', you choosin' to be somebody to know Say that,
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Burn all the bridges and fire in the hole Oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Open windows, closing doors God can't help us anymore Souls forever come and go The critics never forget it This ain't a game I'm gonna talk it, I ain't ashamed I'm gonna walk it, I'll never
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Want to whole lotta love Ah-keep it cooling baby I'm gonna give you my love A-way, way down inside Whole lotta love I'm gonna give ya my love My, my, my, my Hey, oh, hey, oh oh A-keep it cooling baby
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Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't wanna be the one to be So, love me a little Don't need a lot 'Cause I'm human, it's the only thing I've got Oh, love me a little Be my friend In this cruel reality, it's the only thing I need If you love me a little
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I still owe money to the money to the money I owe I'm on a bloodbuzz I'm on a blood, buzz Stand up straight at the foot of your love I lift my shirt up I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees Lay my head on the hood of your car I'll take it too far I
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Wish we could stay all night Tell all your friends and bring your mom and them I wish we could stay all night Well, we're gonna have to pay for the hotel, oh oh well Least the drinks are free Oh, I don't know if it's right But tonight I'm tyin' one on you
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Okay, she keep calling, she keep calling every single night Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe Oh, no, I swear to God, I be in my mind Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you cross my Said I wouldn't die, yuh, no, I'm not alright, yuh I
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Met her in the A, told her where I be I just wanna see, she just want the D Miss me with the friend zone, ooh Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone) Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh Met her in the A, told her where I be (yeah) Right
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They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not
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