Cliché Love Song

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I love you
Yeah
Come on

I met this lady
She was lookin’ so damn fine
But she was crazy
It was all about party time

And lately
I felt like something’s wrong
So flaky
And shaky
When the sun went down

Yeah
Boom, boom, boom when she walked the room
Even girls they whistle

I know it’s hard to get her
She’s a special girl
Ooh

It feels like

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I love you
Another cliché, baby

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Baby, I would do whatever you like
I love you
Another cliché, baby

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Another cliché, baby

Like Katy Perry (so sexy)
She could kiss a lovely girl
Taste likes cherry
Yes, she could rock her world
On cloud seven
I never felt like this before
She took me closer to heaven
Oh, my God, let’s go

Boom, boom, boom when she walked the room
Even girls they whistle

I know from the pizza guy
That you’re a special girl

It feels like
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I love you
Another cliché baby

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Baby, I’ma do whatever you like
I love you
Another cliché, baby

Tell me what I gotta do
Just give me that little clue
Another cliché, baby
Oh

Now I’m feeling blue
I gotta break through
To you
You

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Cliché, baby
Yeah

It feels like
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I love you
Another cliché, baby

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Baby, ima do whatever you like
Another cliché, baby

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I love you
Another cliché, baby

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Baby, ima do whatever you like
I love you
Another cliché love song