Whitesnake - Shake My Tree Lyrics
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Shake My Tree
Shake My Tree Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Shake My Tree By Whitesnake?
You talk too much,
Never saying what's on your mind, It's written on your face, An' in the words you hide behind I know what you want, I can see what you're looking for, I know what you want from me, An' I'm gonna give you more I'm gonna slide it in Right to the top, Slide it in, I ain't never gonna stop Slide it in, Right to the top, I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, Slide it, in baby Sometimes you seem Just like a stranger to me, But, all the games you play Make it so easy to see You're looking for love, Tho' you try to deny, The things you put me through Tell me what I've got to do to you I'm gonna slide it in, Right to the top, Slide it in, I ain't never gonna stop Slide it in, Right to the top, I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in You talk too much, Always treating me so unkind, I know what I've got to do, To get me some peace of mind I'm gonna slide it in, Right to the top, Slide it in, I ain't never gonna stop Slide it in, Right to the top, I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, Slide it in, Right to the top Slide it in, I ain't never gonna stop Slide it in, Right to the top, I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it, Slide it in, slide it in, Right to the top, baby. |
Who Wrote Shake My Tree By Whitesnake?
David Coverdale, James Patrick (jimmy) Page, Jimmy Page
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What's The Duration Of The Shake My Tree By Whitesnake?The duration of Shake My Tree is 4:53 minutes and seconds. |
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