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She plays a different game
Refuses to play by your rules
She chooses her moves based on her moods
Even her muse can't get through
She's elemental
love you jekafera
And have been begging you since jekafera ah
Walaitalai i no dy lie
Na you be the one o
Wey dy make me rerin muse
Walaitalai i no dy
dance, you could put me in a trance
Just like you did to all those pretty mademoiselles in France
Back off now Pierre, I don´t intend to be your muse
around
And I tried to make you mine,
Make you mine
Oh, I've seen pretty things
But you're 'bout the prettiest thing I've ever seen, seen
Oh, I've
the summer world
I'll see you in the summer
Too many pretty things walking by
Too many messages in the sky
I just want a meal and I want to feel high
Is that
but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama
'Cause I'll be standing in the wings
When you check it out
Don't
Broken glass and red lights flash I can
[ If sunrise, sunrise is your muse than I can ]
See the city burning for miles
Run back for all you can
[ If
muse
I'm not playing with you
Love it when you skip baggage claim
Because your status changed
Bet you hating coz only last year you had a name
You were
be free if you wouldn't choose to leave
I know we can grow I know we can fix the things that seem to be broken
Part of me wants to part of me doesn't
the snow
How some pretty like a rose you can't hold it's too deadly
It filled me up how you looked at me in beginning yeah
You was there when I was down
baby,
[Chorus]
Meiple,
Imma treat ya like a lady
you can be my pretty baby,
we can spend all my money baby,
cheek to cheek girl, meiple
imma treat you
want
Dripped in pink
But I'm seeing red
Got all these fuckers
All sick in their head
See a pretty little thing
Ain't hear what I said
This pretty little
dah dah dee dah.
(By ya dah)
(Woo ahh)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Uh)
Sexy thing,
I can do
The muses visit me.
Yet in soft, low tones,
They always say to me,
Say to me,
"It ain't no groove thing,
It ain't no country twang,
It's a simple refrain;
on
Jock in my racks
not steel on
Niggas still banging my deal on
Talking my gwala and leaning they fitted
Pretty boy swag in the mirror
Pretty boy swag in
needs blue
But I could stick around if you beg me to
And I could dangle my affection above up-hung head baby
Now play dead
Baby baby you could be my muse
getting under my skin)
I like how your poison taste
Steady no need to race follow my beat yeah
Did you ever get over it
Pretty little thing got something
feelin' pretty glorious
Love is a battlefield, I think this one's victorious
We're gonna be in the euphoria tonight
Duo in euphoria, feelin' pretty glorious
on
You got to come back for more
Boy will come a dime by the dozen
But that ain't nothin' but drug store love
Pretty little thing, let me light your
You seeing things that ain't man you hallucinating
The devil is tryna lie to you he painting the picture pretty
Why you wasting your time go win some
heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, Yeah
Substitute your lies for fact
what a wonderful sight
Pretty snowflakes pretty snowflakes
Falling down from the sky
How I wonder where you come from as you flutter by
Did winter's
me, you hoe
Pretty bad things you say, I know
While you’re talking shit, I grow
Written by: Fred Warner
keep a pretty little thing on the side
And we turn the coros into parties
We got the good girls acting naughty
Cause they wanna be the wavy girls
Pretty
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