16 lyrics for "I want you, to turn up on me"
We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the
PlayI can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat
PlayYou want me I want you Let's go someplace just us two You touch me I'll touch you Undress me and I'll turn you Upside down and spin you round and round And make you mone So why don't you come be my lady? If you would come be my lady I'll take you where
PlayTurn the lights down low Runnin' block Sometimes you got to bow up I'm runnin' block Don't want know one to know That I tried to drink her skinny but she's still about two-fifteen Just take one for the team My buddy said his girlfriend is as pretty as
PlayNa na na na na na (Uh huh uh huh) Let's do this I turn it on I crank it up I'll wear it out I'll bring the roof in this house down I know just what you came here for And I want to hear you scream and more
PlayI can't get enough, yeah Moving my body All night long and do it again I keep turning it up, yeah The music is taking me higher I'm feeling inspired Don't want you to stop it We dance in the streets We rock to the beat
PlayWe were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the
PlayYou can touch me with slow hands If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth, baby I would do Just what I want to There's only one thing left for us to do Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland,
PlayI still get jealous 'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful And everybody wants a taste That’s why (that’s why) I turn my cheer music up And I’m puffing my chest You can call me obsessed It’s not your fault that they hover I mean no disrespect
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