Gene Vincent & His Blue Caps - Lotta Lovin' Lyrics
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Lotta Lovin'
Lotta Lovin' Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Lotta Lovin' By Gene Vincent & His Blue Caps?
Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta lovin'
Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta huggin' So baby can't you see that you were meant for me I want your lovin', yes-a-ree. Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta huggin' Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta kissin' So baby please proceed to get the love I need I want your lovin' yes indeed. Well, I want you, I love you, I need you so much Why don't you give out with that magic touch You send me, you thrill me, baby you're so fine I want your lovin' baby all the time. Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta lovin' Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta kissin' So baby don't forget I gonna get you yet I want your lovin', aww you bet. (Rock) Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta lovin' Well I want to-want to lotta-lotta huggin' So baby don't forget I gonna get you yet I want your lovin', aww you bet. (Rock) Well I want to-want to lotta lovin' Well I want to-want to lotta huggin' So baby don't forget I gonna get you yet I want your lovin', aww you bet Well, I need your lovin', aww you bet Well, I want your lovin', aww you bet Well, I need your lovin', aww you bet Well, I want your lovin', aww you bet |
Who Wrote Lotta Lovin' By Gene Vincent & His Blue Caps?
Bernice Bedwell, Gene Vincent
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What's The Duration Of The Lotta Lovin' By Gene Vincent & His Blue Caps?The duration of Lotta Lovin' is 2:10 minutes and seconds. |
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