Jesse Cook - Red Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Red By Jesse Cook?
I read that it's all black and white
Oooh, the spectrum made a shade I like! Ooh, those crinsom rays of ruby bright Ah! the technicolor li-I-ight! Red! red! I want red! There's no substitute for red! Red! paint it red! Green ain't mean compared to red! You don't know what it does to me Yeah, that crimson sin intensity! I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red! Red! red knocks 'em dead! Some like it hot-tah! I like it red! Red's my lover, got me covered! Red's my number and he's a commer! Red's my drummer. I hear his thunder! Move over, brother! Red is a mother! He's a mother! Red! red knocks 'em dead! Red, red, red, red! Red! red! I want red! Move over, brother! Move over, brother! Go bop-bop, go bop-bop Go bop-bop, go bop! ahhh! Go bop-bop, go bop-bop Go bop-bop, go bop! uhh! ahhh! Uhh! ahhh! uhh! ahhh! Uhh! uhhh! Whoa! red! red! I want red! That's what I said! that's what I said! Gimme red, red, 'cause I want red! Some like it hot, I like it red! Red! red! I want red! Gimme red! gimme, gimme, gimme! Gimme red, red! I want red! Some like it hot, I like it red! Red! red! I want red! Move over brother, move over brother! Red! red! red! I want red! Red! Gimme red! Gimme red! Gimme red! Gimme red, red, red! |
Who Wrote Red By Jesse Cook?
John S. Carter, John S. Jr. Carter, Sammy Hagar
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What's The Duration Of The Red By Jesse Cook?The duration of Red is 4:47 minutes and seconds. |
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