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Cheryl Cole : Cheryl Cole lyrics

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Cheryl Cole lyrics : "Cheryl Cole"

You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold
Pumping gas at the Taxaco, road's a road
You're on the run, oh baby, yeah

You're on the run, oh baby

I'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for you

You give me butterflies, heart's skipping one, two
I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu
I'm running temperatures thinking of your love boo


Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos

Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)

Come on over Ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot, gurl)


I know your lips say that you wanna
But your hearts a no
But boy your hips say that you're gonna

When you hold me hold me, you're fun
But baby you, you are so much fun, but baby


My local rock star, the really bigcrew
I feeling you boy, you're liking me too
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you


You're out there on the grind
Now come home to your queen, boo


Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips


Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos

Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)

Come on over Ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot, gurl)


Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips

Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over Ghetto baby

(Drop it like is hot, gurl)

It's a match made in Heaven

If they're gonna talk, let 'em
If they don't think we're good together,
Baby just forget 'em


When he's bad, he's bad
But when he's good no one's better

But a match made in heaven
And this is kind of love's forever


Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips

Come on over Ghetto baby
(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over Ghetto baby

(Drop it like is hot, gurl)

Brooklyn move my sole/soul like this

Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over Ghetto baby

(He said show him what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like is hot girl).

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