Last night, ooh yeah. A pretty young girl I met. Oh yeah. Who be your Casanova?. . And we don't stop. Drop the flava. Who be your Casanova?. Yeah and we don't stop.
Last Night. I lost the best friend I ever had. Last Night. I lost the best friend I ever had. You know she gone, she gone and left me. That made me feel, feel so bad.
(by Eric Clapton). . Last night, I lost the best friend I ever had.. Last night, I lost the best friend I ever had.. She's gone away and left me; that makes me feel so bad..
You came and knocked at my door. With words I heard once before. Just who you are is still unclear. Knowing one day you will leave. To my surprise and relief.
Last night I lost the best friend I ever had. Last night, last night I lost the best friend I ever had. Oh you're gone, you're gone and left me, that make me feel so bad.
You make me burn with fever. Make me jump and shout. You really make me lose control. And when you pull my lever. It turns me all about. I feel it way down in my soul.
Last night, I lost the best friend I've ever had. Last night, I lost the best friend I've ever had. Well she's gone of and left me, oh make me feel so bad.
i was in this club, just the other day, and I saw the x-ecutioners and it made me want to say, they were cutting it up, scratching it, with bolth hands, they found it so good they made everybody dance, check it out..
I was in this club just the other day. and I saw the X-ecutioners that made me wanna say:. "They were cuttin' it up, scratchin' it with both hands.. They sounded so good they made everybody dance." (Check it out.).
(BeBe Winans, Keith Andes). Where can I start, where do I begin?. I feel the need to explain. I'll be the first to say life is good. But first let me tell you my pain.
Last night, I lost the best friend I ever had.. Last night, I lost the best friend I ever had. Now you gone and left me, that make me feel so bad. . Well, now it's early in the mornin', and my love is comin' down for you.
Bragging about last night. But you don't even remember her name. Just a number, they're all the same. It's not a game that you play. Do you think of the hurt.
Yo, I'ma tell you 'bout them four letter words. Your momma used to tell you about, uh-huh. I'm not talkin' 'bout cusswords. I'm talkin' 'bout this word, often said.
Last night you were so into it. You told me secrets that you've never told a soul. You were so nervous and yet, oh, so comfortable. As we explored your image of love.
Girls in blue jeans boys looking mean. Sinister dudes, got an eye on you. Men in pink suits ladies in jack boots. Guns running blues. don't know what to do.