Besedila: Mariah Carey. Memoirs Of An Imperfect Angel. More than Just Friends.
M I, M I, M I, M I, M I
Oh, oh, okay, oh, oh, okay
M I, M I, M I, M I, M I
Okay, oh, oh, okay, oh, oh, okay
I thought I'd be with you but you never tried to holler
We can spend a couple milli actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn beep-beep, I'll follow
Have your whip in driveway by tomorrow
Secretly, I know you want to hit it like the lotto
And after that we can ketchup like tomato
We can make love in Italy in the grotto
Fresh off the jet, got the men they screaming bravo
Steppin' in my Jimmy Choo's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you, baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end
Boy, you got me all mixed up like Serato
You got me spinnin' 'round for ya like a little model
Steady feenin' for ya like them fries at McDonald's
I wanna be all on your lips like Gelato
(Ice cream)
Permanently paint me in your picture like Picasso
Love me down till I hit the top of my Soprano
We can pop bottles, get me actin' all me Llamo
Then baby, come and flip this think like a channel
Steppin' in my Chrissy Lou's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you, baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end
Who's gonna speak and start off this thing
Is it you? Is it me?
We should say how we feel for real sugar
Baby boo, I need your touch
(Your touch)
Never wanted somethin' so much
(So much)
Friendship just ain't enough, boy
I wanna be with you until the end
More than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
More than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, okay, oh, oh, okay
M I, M I, M I, M I, M I
Okay, oh, oh, okay, oh, oh, okay
I thought I'd be with you but you never tried to holler
We can spend a couple milli actin' silly in Milano
Boy, hit your horn beep-beep, I'll follow
Have your whip in driveway by tomorrow
Secretly, I know you want to hit it like the lotto
And after that we can ketchup like tomato
We can make love in Italy in the grotto
Fresh off the jet, got the men they screaming bravo
Steppin' in my Jimmy Choo's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you, baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end
Boy, you got me all mixed up like Serato
You got me spinnin' 'round for ya like a little model
Steady feenin' for ya like them fries at McDonald's
I wanna be all on your lips like Gelato
(Ice cream)
Permanently paint me in your picture like Picasso
Love me down till I hit the top of my Soprano
We can pop bottles, get me actin' all me Llamo
Then baby, come and flip this think like a channel
Steppin' in my Chrissy Lou's
Yeah, I got it all cute for you, baby
Nothin' like them other girls
I would never be rude to you, baby
Can't wait, just say
That you wanna be more than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end
Who's gonna speak and start off this thing
Is it you? Is it me?
We should say how we feel for real sugar
Baby boo, I need your touch
(Your touch)
Never wanted somethin' so much
(So much)
Friendship just ain't enough, boy
I wanna be with you until the end
More than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
More than just friends
Boy, I'ma love you until the end
The end, the end, the end, the end
(More than just friends)
Boy, until the end, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Memoirs Of An Imperfect An
Mariah Carey
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