Bising jeh!

Boy You better take it slow
Or i'll be history
You've got to give me my space
So quick to calling my name
Boy you better recognize
My love is one of a kind
You drive me up to the ceiling
Boy there's no need for the screaming you know that you are my world
But im sick and tired of the

La La La La La La La La
That's all I hear you saying
La La La La La La La La Tired of the Complaining
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