Jess Moskaluke - Elevator Lyrics
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Elevator
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What Are The Lyrics For Elevator By Jess Moskaluke?
Push the button, close the door
Flying by the second floor Way you got me feeling wasn't something I was looking for Stomach dropping, close my eyes Fighting off them butterflies As the room begins to rise, shooting to the sky And I'm holding on Like I'm on an elevator To a new kinda high It's a straight up buzz on a feel good ride And I don't wanna go down And I don't wanna go down I'm on an elevator Whoa, whoa, whoa Halfway to heaven, skip the stairs Moving fast but I ain't scared Every time you kiss me gets me flying through the air And I'm holding on Like I'm on an elevator To a new kinda high It's a straight up buzz on a feel good ride And I don't wanna go down And I don't wanna go down I'm on an elevator Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm on an elevator Higher than the Eiffel Tower Like a hundred miles an hour This feeling now that I've found you I don't wanna lose So I'm holding on Like I'm on an elevator To a new kinda high It's a straight up buzz on a feel good ride An elevator To a new kinda high It's a straight up buzz on a feel good ride And I don't wanna go down And I don't wanna go down I'm on an elevator Whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah I'm on an elevator Whoa, whoa, whoa And I don't wanna go down |
Who Wrote Elevator By Jess Moskaluke?
Corey Crowder, Jess Moskaluke, Phil Barton
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What's The Duration Of The Elevator By Jess Moskaluke?The duration of Elevator is 2:42 minutes and seconds. |
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