Lyrics:
Give me a ticket for an aero-plane
I ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone I'm a goin' home
My baby just wrote me a letter
I
I wonder, wonder who, who-oo-ooh, who
(Who wrote the book of love)
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Oh, who wrote the Book Of Love
I've got to know
she wrote
Look Mister Mailman look at the writing there could be no mistake
I just didn't think the hand that wrote such sweet things
Would make
Give me a ticket for an airplane cause I ain't got a time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone I'm a going home my baby just wrote me a letter
I wrote a letter to my love today
I wrote it so hard on what I gotta say
I'm down and out to tell you the truth
A man can make a poor girl sing
Murder, murder, m-m murder murder
That's what she wrote
Yea (they fuckin' with me)
Harlem little diva
Cruise the streets in the Ghost
I got
been so low
(How could i have been so low)
I wrote a song all about it
(Took a pen and wrote a song)
want to hear it, here it go, from now
she wrote, Dear John
I've sent your saddle home
Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale
Daniel in the lion's den
But I know a guy that
'cause i won't be back no more,
And that's all she wrote, dear john,
I've (c7) sent your saddle (f) home.
Now jonah got along in the belly
I wonder, wonder who, who-oo-ooh, who
(Who wrote the book of love)
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Oh, who wrote the Book Of Love
I've got to know
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Tell me who's that writin', John the Revelator
Wrote
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home
My baby, just a wrote me a letter
I
I'm just dreaming
'Coz I keep on believing
And I wrote a song about you, please appreciate
I designed the rhyme, the tune
Fixed my face while I was
thought you'd be the one who’d take my heart
Break my heart
Will you come back
Will you come back
Will you come back
And sing this song I wrote for you?
I wrote this waltz for you
Yeah, I wrote this waltz for you
In hopes that you might dance across the floor
I wrote this song down for you
And, I
to do
I can, on the whole,
'cause I work for a magazine
and I wrote a book about rock and roll
I wrote a book about rock and roll
I wrote a book about
so we can find a lane to stay
Once I sit on throne, I promise I'll create the way
Yeah
But it's the realest talk I ever wrote
Probably the illest
I´ll cross that bridge when I come to it
If it ain´t broke don´t fix it
It´s a long way I must admit...
That´s all she wrote
Haha
Yeah
What
Uh
Yeah
What
Uh
Okay
Yeah
What
Drop your fucking panties bitch
I wrote this song to fuck your bitch (Aye)
I wrote this song she love
(Bitch)
(Ring, ring to yo phone wya?)
(Wya?)
(Wya?)
Ring ring to yo phone wya?
I be calling yo phone but you never call back
I wrote you love
but not without a couple scars
Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off
Buying all the onions up, Supplying all these customers
I wrote
I hope you like the song I wrote for you for Christmas
I hope you like the song I wrote for you for Christmas
I've struggled over what to say
My lack
i wrote this for my dream girl, sent from heaven she's an angel
she's a diamond in the rough and a diva when its tough
she knows what she wants
Murder that she wrote
Everything is written proper
Pull up on a oppa
Hit his ass with that chopper
Murder that she wrote
Everything is written
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