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 I love you
Yeah [bad word] on

 I met this lady
 She was lookin’ so [bad word] fine
 But she was crazy
 It was all about party time

And lately
 I felt like something’s wrong
 So flaky
 And shaky
 When the sun went down

Yeah
 Boom, boom, boom when she walked the room
 Even girls they whistle

I know it’s hard to get her
 She’s a special girl
 Oooo

It feels like
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 I love you
 Another cliché baby

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 Baby I would do whatever you like
 I love you
 Another cliché baby

Whoa
 Whoa
 Whoa
 Another cliché

Like Katy Perry (so y)
 She could kiss a lovely girl
 Taste likes cherry
 Yes she could rock her world
 On cloud seven
 I never felt like this before
 She took me closer to heaven
 Oh my god let’s go

Boom, boom, boom when she walked the room
 Even girls they whistle

I know from the pizza guy
 That you’re a special girl

It feels like
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 I love you
 Another cliché baby

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 Baby I’ma do whatever you like
 I love you
 Another cliché baby

Tell me what I gotta do
 Just give me that little clue
 Another cliché baby
 Oh

Now I’m feeling blue
 I gotta break through
 To you
 You

Oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh
 Oh-oh-oh

Cliché baby
 Yeah

It feels like
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 I love you
 Another cliché baby

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 Baby Ima do whatever you like
 Another cliché baby

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 I love you
 Another cliché baby

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 Baby Ima do whatever you like
 I love you
 Another cliché love song