Sixwire - It Goes Like This Lyrics
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It Goes Like This
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What Are The Lyrics For It Goes Like This By Sixwire?
Every guy in my country road home town,
Lost their mind when this one girl came around. Oh, I was seventeen, The first time that she looked my way. Hot as the pavement in July. Started somethin' in my mind. An' it goes like this. That girl has got a thunderstorm of love down inside her. When we kiss, Nothin' in the world can take me higher: There's just one way to describe her, And it goes like this. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. When it's right love don't care just where it spawns. That girl and I went all the way a ringin' on, yeah. Now every night, it's just as good as that first time. She's somethin' that words can't say. She still comes in love her own way. An' it goes like this. That girl has got a thunderstorm of love down inside her. When we kiss, Nothin' in the world can take me higher: There's just one way to describe her, And it goes like this. We got each other, not much else, How she keeps me smilin', it's hard to tell. But it goes like this. That girl has got a thunderstorm of love down inside her. When we kiss, Nothin' in the world can take me higher: There's just one way to describe her, And it goes like this. Aw, that's right. It goes like this. |
Who Wrote It Goes Like This By Sixwire?
John Bettis, Steve Mandile
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What's The Duration Of The It Goes Like This By Sixwire?The duration of It Goes Like This is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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