73 lyrics for "Oh-woah, woah, woah"

Wherever you go, I'll go wherever you go It wasn't 'til I met you Oh woah, you're the music in the dark And you're the sound of my guitar You're the high that I was chasing You're the song inside my head That I understood the sky And the way the moon
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)
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Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel
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Give me another chance to be your man, be your man, no Give me another chance, give me another chance, oh (Woah oh oh, woah oh oh) I promise I won't let you hurt again, hurt again, no Don't be afraid, baby, take my hand, take my hand, no Just give me
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If you want my love, you better march to the beat woah Fight for my love, you better stand up for me woah I'm a one woman army Left, right, left, right, get it right, yeah oh If you want my love, well that's how it's gotta go woah ooh Only a soldier can
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Woah, oh-oh-oh In your snapback Those stars need to be wished on Your skin needs to be kissed on My eyes, baby, they're fixed on you in your snapback T-shirt of your favorite rock band Checkin' your make-up in my Ray Bans Strictly outta curiosity What
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Whoa whoa, whoa Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss) Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me) Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh VVS them diamonds in my necklace
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And you may walk a lonely road But you will never walk, walk, walk alone You will never walk, walk, walk alone You will never walk, walk, walk alone, oh, woah I got two, baby If you're in trouble I got you, baby Nothing that I wouldn't do, baby And
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That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds
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