Текст песни




Stressing, stressing got the best of me
So I guess that it's my time to leave
I'll pack my bags and I'm gonna hit the road
Because zhaadang is just not living no more
Now I'ma lead my own journey until I finally make a living on my own
And dance to the beat of my drum, my drum
I'm no longer young, I'm grown
Take hold of me
Never let go
Take hold of me
I just wanna be your own
Give me, give me your loving
Give me, give me your love
Give me, give me your loving
I can finally do it my way
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
Give me, give me your love
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
I finally can do it my way
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
Give me, give me your love
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
I finally can do it my way
Heartbreak, hotels, got in my past
I was love lost, I knew it wouldn't last
You found a way somehow, deep in my heart
All I knew is that I wanted you bad
You found a way somehow, deep in my heart
All I knew is that I needed you bad
Take hold of me
Never let go
Take hold of me
I just wanna be your own
Give me, give me your loving
Give me, give me your love
Give me, give me your loving
I can finally do it my way
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
Give me, give me your love
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
I finally can do it my way
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
Give me, give me your love
Oh whoa, whoa ohoh
I finally can do it my way



Авторы: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Miles Corayer Copyright: Create Digital Music, Sivad Soul, Emi April Music Inc., Darkchild Songs



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