Get over, get under, get into To love you is almost a sin to (repeat) Start (bridge) (chorus) (intermediate) (chorus) Get, get over Get, get over Get over Get, get over Get
Prevod: Madonna. Get Over.
Get over, get under, get into To love you is almost a sin to (repeat) Start (bridge) (chorus) (intermediate) (chorus) Get, get over Get, get over Get over Get, get over Get, get
go higher, get closer to the fire, I don't know what you're waiting for Come join the party, yeah Coz' anybody just won't do. Let's get this started
party, it's a celebration Let's get this started, no more hesitation Cause everybody wants to party with you Celebration I think you wanna come over
sake she in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake now there's crumbs all over the damn place and she want me to cum all over her damn face I never
you Come on in to my store, I've got candy galore Don't pretend you're not hungry, I've seen it before I've got turkish delight baby and so much more Get
to ya" I don't know why i didn't get that job, but now its move over Meryl Streep, theres new light on the cinamatic horrizon, Madonna. Oh this is not
the Redman?" I kill, I smother, I get down with the (Yo, yo, yo chill, G. chill la, it's over man) (You ain't gotta say no more, it's over)
Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many So come and be my Private Dancer I got some money if that's the answer I really wanna be with you I get hard
Tommy Hilfiger cut, skin like Halle She looked like she get it from her momma That's right Michelle, I'm Obama Or maybe she get it from Madonna 'Material
can't believe this guy, he won't fall over Holes is in his body the size of cup holders One more shot, he's over, shit Puff, I'm empty But I'ma hold
gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies Pumpin' pounds of weight, nigga like exercise Joe been over quarter five with dope and homicide Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna
Quincy Jones, James Brown, Prince, Madonna And of course Kool Keith Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, I'
wheel, fled from some seals And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit You get a dumb hoe, and get dumb happy Go to the gun show, get gun happy
