Sunday, February 13, 2011
it's like you hit me with lightning
Starry Eyed (Penguin Prison Remix feat. Theophilus London) - Ellie Goulding
I looked first
And she looked back
It was her eyes
Let's just leave it at that
(repeated x4)
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning, lightning
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning, lightning
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning, lightning
Handle bars then I let go, let go for anyone
Take me in and throw out my heart and get a new one
Next thing, we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Ahhh
Everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes, oh
Everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa-ah, ah ah
Whoa-ah
And my body goes
Whoa-ah, ah ah
Whoa-ah
And my body goes
So we burst into colors, colors and carousels
Fall head first like paper planes in playground games
Next thing, we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes, oh
Everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa-ah, ah ah
Whoa-ah
And my body goes
Whoa-ah, ah ah
Whoa-ah
And my body goes
Give it to me
I give it to her
The next day I
Call the chauffeur
THC, 303
Got her hair did just to make the tv
__
She needs a ride
Bliss for bliss
You feel inside
A brooklyn boy
A london girl
I fall ___
A wonder girl
___
Her rhymes ___
Starry eyes
I hear that helps
Picadilly
I take the bus
The sun's __
Just for us
Is this love
Or is it lust?
Either way
I like the touch
I hear her breathe
I hear her sigh
You got me hooked
In your starry eyes
Next thing we're touching (repeated x4)
Everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes, oh
Everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Oh
Everybody's starry-eyed
And everybody goes, oh
Everybody's starry-eyed
And my body goes
Whoa-ah, ah ah
Whoa-ah
And my body goes
Whoa-ah, ah ah
Whoa-ah
And my body goes
I looked first
And she looked back
It was her eyes
Let's just leave it at that
(repeated x4)
Next thing, we're touching
Next thing, we're touching
Next thing, we're touching
Next thing, we're touching
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