I want you, oh and I want you Oh, every time that I'm around you Oh, I'm on fire when we touch Oh, when I hold you boy you know I just can't get close
, when i hold you boy you know I can't get close enough Yes i want you I could cry and say i need you Tell you that i die when you're not here I could
Vertaling: Faith Hill. Ik Wil Je.
when i hold you boy you know I can't get close enough Yes i want you I could cry and say i need you Tell you that i die when you're not here I could
show where I have failed Lord, I don't want to drive another nail I don't wanna drive another nail I want to live my life for You, I want to do it well
tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop I'll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I'll be
old sky as the moonlight falls Down over those distant hiss I don?t want to be anywhere else anymore Let?s go to the well You better believe my faith in you
lil' kim] What you niggas want Wanna talk slick Wanna do shit, try shit, new shit Who you fucking wit' You and your weak clique Bitch you creep wit' got you
keep you goin', wanna make you smile I'm the one that's gon' be faithful to you And without you, come on, let me show you how Baby, don't you know you
in work I was the bread, I was the dead, I was the lead I was the nigga that made you eat everything you said You was the snake, you was the hate, you
say, "Whiskey'll kill you but I don't think it will" I'm ridin' with you to the top of the hill Oh, I miss you, Nettie Moore And my happiness is o'er
Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want them Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian paintbrush Faith was Cursed upon me, a
I know as you In the distance I see existence, I know you see it too You're all I dream of, you're all I think of, I know I just love you No, it's gone
what You've done to me, I'm not the same old me You took away everything, now You're my everything And I choose You today 'cause I need You today I can
I was sixteen with a mind of my own And you were seventeen, and you thought you were grown And I found my thrills when we went up the hill And you use
onlookers who I've never seen before I done found my thrill apart from Blueberry Hill A vocal ville local with a crib in Acapulco Speakin' faith focal
