Van Hunt - ...Puddin' Lyrics
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...Puddin'
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What Are The Lyrics For ...Puddin' By Van Hunt?
Hey
I don't want nothing in my puddin', but the chocolate Country girl, name of pearl, came around Took off her shirt, shoved her skirt in my mouth I made her soft murmur and shout when I felt the sweet Georgia brow And I don't want nothing in my puddin', but the chocolate We danced to go-go, we drank cocoa from Manila Her sisters Cherry and Strawberry and Vanilla Took me into the sheets and tried to beg, borrow, and steal my love But I don't want thing in my puddin', but the chocolate Tell er'body He don't want nothing in his puddin', but the chocolate I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the She moved for good to Hollywood, we had to part 'Cause the touches with her brushes turned her blonde And I like my movie stars just like my liquor, dark I don't want nothing in my puddin', but the chocolate Hey, I don't want nothing in my puddin', but the chocolate I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the, nothing but the I don't want nothing but the Oh, yeah |
Who Wrote ...Puddin' By Van Hunt?
Gordon George, Hunt Van C
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What's The Duration Of The ...Puddin' By Van Hunt?The duration of ...Puddin' is 2:30 minutes and seconds. |
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