Chris Young - Hanging On Lyrics
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Hanging On
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What Are The Lyrics For Hanging On By Chris Young?
I'm a few drinks in, but that ain't the reason
I'm all tongue tied and my breath's leaving this fast I can't get past those blue eyes shining They keep drawing me in to you Got me fallin' off track You get me like that Yeah I'm hangin' on, hangin' on To every word you say, every move you make I'm hangin' on, hangin' on Wondering what's up next Girl, I can't wait Ain't nothing like spinning you around the room Where everyone can see You hangin' on, hangin' on to me It ain't the song, and it ain't the playlist It's every smile coming off of your sweet lips, yeah That makes me wanna stay here No, this ain't a one night, one time thing You always light me up like a flame and it's clear Every time you're near Yeah I'm hangin' on, hangin' on To every word you say Every move you make I'm hangin' on, hangin' on Wondering what's up next Girl, I can't wait Ain't nothing like spinning you around the room Where everyone can see You hangin' on, hangin' on to me Yeah, you hangin' on to me So let me pull you a little closer Even when the music's over I'll be hangin' on, hangin' on To every word you say Every move you make I'm hangin' on, hangin' on Wondering what's up next Girl, I can't wait Ain't nothing like spinning you around the room Where everyone can see You hangin' on, hangin' on to me Yeah, you hangin' on to me |
Who Wrote Hanging On By Chris Young?
Corey Crowder, Josh Hoge, Christopher Young
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What's The Duration Of The Hanging On By Chris Young?The duration of Hanging On is 3:06 minutes and seconds. |
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