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Stupid Little Love Song
Fefe Dobson
It's just a stupid little love song
It's just a stupid little
It's just a stupid little love song
Here we go
Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up
Your grandpa fought in world war two
Your cousin landed on the moon
Your mother is a diplomat, the senator of Connecticut
Your sister's got 4 point O
Your father's got his own talk show
Your bother is the scientist, who found the cure for morning breath
I came here by taxi
You came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit right down I'll sing this song to you
Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up
The captain of the football team
The cheerleader's recurring dream
You're on the road to Harvard Law
I'm on the bus to Arkansas
I stand in your doorway
Your world looks so enchanting
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit right down I'll sing this song to you
Put em' up
Put em' up, put em' up
And the moon comes in the window like a spotlight
(this is love cause this is real)
Sit you down and I being to gently rock your night
('cause I'm trying to tell you what I feel)
And we're truly approaching a moment
And then you lean over, and saaaay, what's my name?, what's my name?, what's my name?
ooooohhhhhhhhh, go on
Here we go
(Hi is Brett home?)
(Well will you tell him I came by?
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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