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Letras de Canciones / S / S Club 7 / Seeing Double / |
| S Club 7 - Whole Lotta Nothing |
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Whole lotta nothing
Oh yeah yeah
Take me on a spin
Do your thing
But you can’t get in
No no
Ain’t about to give it all up
Just because you pull up in your drop-top
Gotta do it right
Boy you’re moving too fast, rewind
Oh oh
If you wanna slip in my bed
Then you want what you can’t get
I know you got it
And you’re coming back to mine
Just forget it
Don’t go wasting my time
You gotta be a man who’s there for me
Somebody who will always care for me
No doubt in what you’ve gotta do
No class, no pass
No room for you
If you wanna be my mr. right
You’ve gotta know what I need tonight
Be mine, can’t be no other way
No creep, no peep
And a whole lotta nothing
Take me on a cruise
Give me something that I can’t refuse
Uh oh
Takes more than a good time
To let you know that you’re my kind
I know you got it
And you’re coming back to mine
Just forget it
Don’t go wasting my time
You gotta be a man who’s there for me
Somebody who will always care for me
No doubt in what you’ve gotta do
No class, no pass
No room for you
If you wanna be my mr. right
You’ve gotta know what I need tonight
Be mine, can’t be no other way
No creep, no peep
And a whole lotta nothing
No creep, no peep
No creep, no peep
No creep, no peep
And a whole lotta nothing
Don’t go wasting my time
You gotta be a man who’s there for me
Somebody who will always care for me
No doubt in what you’ve gotta do
No class, no pass
No room for you
If you wanna be my mr. right
You’ve gotta know what I need tonight
Be mine, can’t be no other way
No creep, no peep
And a whole lotta nothing
You gotta be a man who’s there for me
Somebody who will always care for me
No doubt in what you’ve gotta do
No class, no pass
No room for you
If you wanna be my mr. right
You’ve gotta know what I need tonight
Be mine, can’t be no other way
No creep, no peep
And a whole lotta nothing
Don’t go wasting my time
You gotta be a man who’s there for me
Somebody who will always care for me
No doubt in what you’ve gotta do
No class, no pass
No room for you
If you wanna be my mr. right
You’ve gotta know what I need tonight
Be mine, can’t be no other way
No creep, no peep
And a whole lotta nothing |
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Webs amigas |
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