FCL - It's You Lyrics
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It's You
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What Are The Lyrics For It's You By FCL?
I feel the heat
You seen the road I wanna follow, It takes a turn its hard to follow, I want your touch I want your body. I feel the heat. Oh heat, I feel the heat. Heat, I feel the heat. You seen the road I wanna follow, It takes a turn its hard to follow, I want your touch I want your body. I feel the heat. Oooh its you, Its you I want tonight, The heat is on I want you here tonight. Its you, Its you I want tonight. The heat is on tonight, I feel the heat I feel the heat I feel the heat I feel the heat Ohhhh You seen the road I wanna follow, It takes a turn its hard to follow, I want your touch I want your body. I feel the heat. Oooh its you, Its you I want tonight, The heat is on I want you here tonight. Its you, Its you I want tonight. The heat is on tonight, Oooh its you, Its you I want tonight, The heat is on I want you here tonight. Its you, Its you I want tonight. The heat is on tonight, I feel the heat You seen the road I wanna follow, It takes a turn its hard to follow, I want your touch I want your body. I feel the heat. Oooh its you, Its you I want tonight, The heat is on I want you here tonight. Its you, Its you I want tonight. The heat is on tonight, |
Who Wrote It's You By FCL?
William Ted Iii Turpin, Terrell Carter, Steven A. Jordan, Michael Jordan
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What's The Duration Of The It's You By FCL?The duration of It's You is 6:14 minutes and seconds. |
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