100 lyrics for "You've got me in it"

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive, overdrive Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You and I and no one else I
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As long as you're a black man, you're an African So don't care where you come from No mind your nationality You've got the identity of an African Don't care where you come from You have got the identity of an African 'Cause if you come from Clarendon
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Layla, you've got me on my knees Layla, I'm begging, darling please Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long You know it's just your
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Tell me what you've got to break down the walls You just might need dynamite Kick senseless my defenses Tell me what your gonna do I need you to light the fuse Find out how to crack me Log in try to hack me Underneath the surface And you might feel like
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Walk like a champion, talk like a champion Ram pa pa pam pam, ram pa pa pam pam It's sure that you've never felt so sexy sexy sexy Ram pa pa pam pam It's in the way you hold yourself You gotta know you're something else Stand up let 'em know that you
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I just can't get you I can't getcha offa my mind And I can't getcha off No I can't getcha off Ooh, you've got a way about you That's shakin' me offa my vine Oooh, you've got a way about you And don't you think it's way past time Only you can put it where
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You can't buy love, but you can make it You can't make sunshine, but you can make love When life gives you lemons They pour down from the heavens This is what you've got to do Make some lemonade Drink it in the shade Don't let a bad day get to you You
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You'll always be a fire I can't put out. I'm finding out how hot an old flame can burn. You're a feeling I haven't forgot, the love I can't unlearn. You've become a memory I can't live without. I don't know how to handle the dream you left behind. It's
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And when we go crashing down, we come back every time 'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like You've got that long hair slick back, white t-shirt Midnight, you come and pick me up, no
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