Lyrics:
But not in K-Fed's case (nope)
'Cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case (cha-ching)
Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne
And if you broke up
that this is really Jesse McCartney's song,
however, those are not the lyrics. Those don't even make sense))
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
And I lost her hesitating by temptation lest it runs
But she don't holler me but I'm not there, I'm gone
Now I'll cry tonight like I cried the night
she is a thot
She be on insta with a sub-bot
Cx in the chat bitch what you thought
Jesse Taylor you’re a thot
Jesse Taylor she is a thot
She be on insta
allow me to consummate our romance
Your know what, you're a supersonic flight
A song by Lennon and McCartney
A Mohammed Ali fight
You're like Brigitte
Jesse, I'm not joking around.
I see the crowd you're hanging with.
Those kids don't seem positive.
Don't all the cigs make you tired?
You know
us)
Jesse, please take us home
My mind goes blank
With thoughts of you, and thoughts of
Yesterdays gone by
I wake up to the sound of music
Mom yells
lame
I still hit it
But I refuse to be home girl's meal ticket
I'm looking for a sick girl to
Be a part of me
Not a girl who will try to McCartney me
You belong with me
Standin' by and waitin' at your back door
All this time, how could you not know, baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
You
a long story short she's gone
I won't attempt to explain the things that happened
To put in words why she's not here would take too long
And it's all
make this our last day at home by the Fence
Would you run? Would you run?
Would you run, down past the Fence?
Would you run? Would you run?
Would
make this our last day at home by the Fence
Would you run? Would you run?
Would you run, down past the Fence?
Would you run? Would you run?
Would
She's got dinner on the table at seven
The kids are tucked in bed by nine-fifteen
And she's headed for a hotel at eleven
To meet a man her family's
baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me
Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair
Man she knocked me out the way she
was born to love her
But she knows that the kingdom waits so high above her
And I run by the race but it's not too fast stayed
But I got the fever I'm
April
And he's gone
And he's gone
Winter's gone
You find it's October
And she's gone
And she's gone
Summer's gone
You've been fooled by April
Every night she sleeps alone
And by her bed she puts the phone
And every morning after that
She takes the phone and puts it back
He's got
Sherry's living in paradise
Slinging drinks at a bar down by the beach
And you know she came here from LA.
Southern California could not hold her
not backing down
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
Looks like a girl but she's a flame
So
baby
Well, like being hit by a fallen tree
Woman, what you do to me
Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair
Man she knocked me out the way she
wants is, all she wants is
Divine intervention, couldn't keep the word from leaking out
With your pleasure in suspension
Not to mention what you hang
When she's walkin' down the street she
Might not ever caught your eye
She don't talk much maybe she's simple
And maybe she's just shy
But when
Oh just because I asked a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by mistake today
You know she
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