Local H - Toxic [Studio] Lyrics
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Toxic [Studio]
Toxic [Studio] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Toxic [Studio] By Local H?
Baby, can't you see
I'm calling A guy like you should wear a warning It's dangerous I'm falling There's no escape I can't wait I need a hit Baby, give me it You're dangerous I'm loving it Too high Can't come down Losin' my head Spinnin' 'round and 'round Do you feel me now? Oh, The taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? And I love what you do Don't you know that you're toxic? It's getting late To give you up I took a sip From my devil's cup Slowly, it's taking over me Too high Can't come down It's in the air and it's all around Can you feel me now? Oh, Taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic I'm slippin' under With the taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? And I love what you do Don't you know that you're toxic? Don't you know that you're toxic? (Oh, oh) Taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride You're toxic I'm slippin' under With a taste of the poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready now Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now |
Who Wrote Toxic [Studio] By Local H?
Cathy Dennis, Christian Karlsson, Henrik Jonback, Pontus Winnberg
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