David Zowie - House Every Weekend Lyrics
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House Every Weekend
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What Are The Lyrics For House Every Weekend By David Zowie?
When it comes to house every weekend
When it comes to house every weekend House every weekend, house every weekend I love you, there's no need to fake it But staying in the house every weekend, I just can't take it I work hard And if I don't let myself go, let myself go, let myself go I just might explode, I just might explode Let myself go, let myself go, let myself go I just might explode, I just might explode When it comes to house every weekend House every weekend, house every weekend I work hard House every weekend, house every weekend House every weekend, And if I don't let myself go, let myself go, let myself go I just might explode, I just might explode House every weekend I just might explode House every weekend I just might explode I love you, there's no need to fake it But staying in the house every weekend, I just can't take it I work hard And if I don't let myself go, let myself go, let myself go I just might explode, I just might explode Let myself go, let myself go, let myself go I just might explode, I just might explode When it comes to house every weekend House every weekend, house every weekend I work hard House every weekend, house every weekend, house every weekend And if I don't let myself go, let myself go, let myself go And if I don't let myself go, let myself go, let myself go I just might explode, I just might explode I just might explode, I just might explode |
Who Wrote House Every Weekend By David Zowie?
Zack Toms, David Zowie
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