Maxwell - III Lyrics
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III
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What Are The Lyrics For III By Maxwell?
Demons are following me
Following what we can't see I just want to dance, baby Move around, twirling See you on the floor, you're back Nobody has it like you have Let me feel something More than just the ordinary night People in the club, they be hatin', baby They see you lookin' over, relatin', lady I just wanna, hold you down Maybe if you wanna go around town Walk the High Line, do a thing Maybe if you wanna swing You gettin' mad, awfully bitter When no one pays attention, but you know you're a winner For me For me Let's do it, on count of three One, two, three Aww On time Cupid keeps targeting me Arrows are flying, I can't see I just want a Michelle Obama lady To hold me down when the world's crazy See you own the city, so bad Nobody loves you like your dad Let me feel something More than just the ordinary night People in the club, they be hatin', baby They see you lookin' over, relatin', lady I just wanna, hold you down Maybe we can walk around the downtown Go to Paris, maybe France Even Russia if you wanna dance You gettin' mad, awfully bitter When no one pays attention, 'cause you know you're a winner For me For me Let's do it, on the count of three One, two, three, aww Oh darling What you waiting for? You know we've got it Let me, let me Let me Hey One, two, three One, two, three Move a little One, two, three, aww |
Who Wrote III By Maxwell?
Maxwell Menard, Hod David
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