Shivaree - Cold Blooded Lyrics
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Cold Blooded
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What Are The Lyrics For Cold Blooded By Shivaree?
Who do you, who do you belong to?
My point of view is that I think you’re hot If we talked what words could describe There’s no dictionary book to explain how you look ‘Cause, I think you’re sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded What more can I say sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded The way you walk, sexy, the way you talk, baby (Cold blooded) Oh, you’re too cold for me, sexy, freaky baby (Cold blooded) Who are you? You look like a movie star What’s your name and number? Oh Is it true that you think I’m hot? You think I’m hot If we try to get to know each other You might find, you couldn’t trade me for another ‘Cause I think you’re sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded In my dictionary, sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded What more can I say, sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded Holy smokes and Jesus, sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded Freeze Who do you, who do you belong to? My point of view is that I think you’re hot If we try to get to know each other You might find, you couldn’t trade me for another ‘Cause I think you’re sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded What more can I say sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded In my dictionary, sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded Holy smokes and Jesus, sexy, sexy, sexy Cold blooded |
Who Wrote Cold Blooded By Shivaree?
Anthony Forte, James A Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The Cold Blooded By Shivaree?The duration of Cold Blooded is 3:33 minutes and seconds. |
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