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Tortured Soul - U Live 2 Far Away Lyrics




You live too far, too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
I would drive a million miles to prove I want to be your man
But it's kind of wasting time, girl I've got a better plan
You're going to like my plan
You're gonna like my plan, plan
You'll like it

I could bring you breakfast every day in bed
Rub your body from your toes to head
I will spoil you, baby you will see
Call me crazy, but baby move in with me

You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got no time to play
I want to relax a while
We've been doing this a while why don't we discuss going to another level I believe in us
No more silly stuff, we could just be funkin' all the time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I could make you dinner choose the perfect wine
For dessert I got dipped chocolate clementines
Got us tickets to Venice, Italy
All for your love girl
Baby move in with me

I'm not kidding baby (baby, if you want I'll write you a song)
I'll write you a song
All about how before I met you things felt all wrong
We won't ever know how our lives could be
Call me crazy, but baby move in

We could start a family, baby
(Start a family)
Girl it's time
(Girl it's time)
Don't you want to have a baby?
(Let's make a baby)
Yeah, baby

Let's make a baby
Wanna make a baby tonight
Let's make a baby
Don't you want to make a baby tonight?
Let's make a baby
I want to make a baby with you tonight, baby
Tonight, tonight

You live too far, too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
You live too far too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
You live too far too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
You live too far too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
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You live too far, too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
I would drive a million miles to prove I want to be your man
But it's kind of wasting time, girl I've got a better plan
You're going to like my plan
You're gonna like my plan, plan
You'll like it

I could bring you breakfast every day in bed
Rub your body from your toes to head
I will spoil you, baby you will see
Call me crazy, but baby move in with me

You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got no time to play
I want to relax a while
We've been doing this a while why don't we discuss going to another level I believe in us
No more silly stuff, we could just be funkin' all the time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I could make you dinner choose the perfect wine
For dessert I got dipped chocolate clementines
Got us tickets to Venice, Italy
All for your love girl
Baby move in with me

I'm not kidding baby (baby, if you want I'll write you a song)
I'll write you a song
All about how before I met you things felt all wrong
We won't ever know how our lives could be
Call me crazy, but baby move in

We could start a family, baby
(Start a family)
Girl it's time
(Girl it's time)
Don't you want to have a baby?
(Let's make a baby)
Yeah, baby

Let's make a baby
Wanna make a baby tonight
Let's make a baby
Don't you want to make a baby tonight?
Let's make a baby
I want to make a baby with you tonight, baby
Tonight, tonight

You live too far, too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
You live too far too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
You live too far too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
You live too far too far away
Yeah
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole damn day
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Writer: John Christian Urich
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