Ingrid Michaelson - You and I Lyrics
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You and I
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What Are The Lyrics For You and I By Ingrid Michaelson?
Don't you worry, there my honey
We might not have any money But we've got our love to pay the bills Maybe I think you're cute and funny, Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, If you know what I mean Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents Homes in the South of France Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters And teach them how to dance Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain Making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I Well you might be a bit confused And you might be a little bit bruised But baby how we spoon like no one else So I will help you read those books If you will soothe my worried looks And we will put the lonesome on the shelf Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents Homes in the South of France Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters And teach them how to dance Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain Making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents Homes in the South of France Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters And teach them how to dance Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain Making everybody look like ants From way up there, you and I, you and I |
Who Wrote You and I By Ingrid Michaelson?
Ingrid Michaelson
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What's The Duration Of The You and I By Ingrid Michaelson?The duration of You and I is 2:28 minutes and seconds. |
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