Letra de Lost
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
You’re making me so, so comfortable
See through my innocent soul
We’re locked in this garage
You’re playing all my parts
Come make me a star
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
I got love for you, I got lot for you
I got something for you, can I get something in return?
I got love for you, I got lot for you
I got something for you, can I get something in return? (Ooh)
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
Ooh, I got love for me too
And I know it’s just us two
And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh
Symphonies in blue, remind me of you
And the road is running out and that’s fine
Yeah, I want you, you, you
That’s old me
If you ain’t gang, gang, gang don’t approach me
Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe
I can’t say I got offended when you stole me
I think we went to war last night
My mission was to catch your eye
I think I made it do what it do
But it wasn’t what it was when you caught that flight
And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad
I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way
Woah, woah, but you still my woe
Kiss away all my woes, woah
If she golden, prolly go then
I might slide on your bitch for the trophy
And I’m falling in slow motion
See through my innocent soul
We’re locked in this garage
You’re playing all my parts
Come make me a star
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
I got love for you, I got lot for you
I got something for you, can I get something in return?
I got love for you, I got lot for you
I got something for you, can I get something in return? (Ooh)
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
Ooh, I got love for me too
And I know it’s just us two
And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh
Symphonies in blue, remind me of you
And the road is running out and that’s fine
Yeah, I want you, you, you
That’s old me
If you ain’t gang, gang, gang don’t approach me
Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe
I can’t say I got offended when you stole me
I think we went to war last night
My mission was to catch your eye
I think I made it do what it do
But it wasn’t what it was when you caught that flight
And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad
I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way
Woah, woah, but you still my woe
Kiss away all my woes, woah
If she golden, prolly go then
I might slide on your bitch for the trophy
And I’m falling in slow motion