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Ricky Martin - Loaded |
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I've loaded up a good thing |
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To see the way she feels |
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Faster than a Sosa homerun |
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She's gonna get a little huh huh |
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Look at her now |
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She wants to take the wheel |
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She says, 'You dirty dog' |
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'You want to rock the bop and take it home' |
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Why oh why am I gonna play |
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So many times it goes this way |
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My heart gets blown away |
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These eyes are born again |
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Do you remember how were were |
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Do you remember summer days |
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Sometimes I feel like going down down |
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Walk like a loaded man (down down) |
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Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down) |
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Move like a thing, swing line a thong |
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And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn |
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Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop |
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Do the bump to the bump and don't stop |
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Loaded up from dusk til dawn |
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I wonder how she feels |
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Dancin' around with my love |
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While I'm sitting waiting for the huh huh |
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Fired up that smoke screen |
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Red lipstick and high heels |
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Look at her now |
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She wants to rock the bop and take it home |
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Why oh why am I gonna play |
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So many times it goes this way |
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My heart gets blown away |
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These eyes are born again |
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Do you remember how we were |
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Do you remember summer days |
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Sometimes I feel like going down down |
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Walk like a loaded man (down down) |
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Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down) |
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Move like a thing, swing line a thong |
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And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn |
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Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop |
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Do the bump to the bump and don't stop |
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Do you remember how we were |
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Do you remember summer days |
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Sometimes I feel like going down |
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Walk like a loaded man (down down) |
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Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul (down down) |
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Move like a thing, swing line a thong |
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And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn |
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Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop |
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Walk like a loaded man (talk like a gazombadam) |
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Get the bump to the bump de bump de bump soul |
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(slip into the funk like a sweet cologne) |
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Move like a thing, swing line a thong |
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And do your jiggy mama til the break of dawn |
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Load the rocket, shock it and rock it til you drop |
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Do the bump to the bump and don't stop |
