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Lyrics for Take You Home by Angie Martinez:
| | | Artist: | Angie Martinez |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Take You Home | | | | Date Added: | 24/10/2007 | | Views: | 82 | | | | Lyrics: | [VERSE 1:]
I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot
Round 12 hit
the highway stop, I need gas
Car behind me on my ass, speed pass
Turn the radio on
that's my joint got me and I need to dance
Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's
You screaming "hey yo", you don't got a chance
Son, you are speaking a language I don't
understand
Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand
Cause, me, I'm free to
choose
It's possible to leave with you
When we get through, I drive passenger seat
for you
Let's ride
At one I arrive
Walked past the line
Damn his ass is
fine
Some guy now we up in the spot
Watch
Place hot
Couple of bottles
champagne popped
And that's how we doing it now
I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the
crowd
[CHORUS 2X:]
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya
still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
[VERSE 2:]
It's around 2
A.M.
The mood is trend
The club is snug
I see him watching, love is love
/>
Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance
Promotion chick walked over while I'm
shaking her hand
I'm looking over her
Sorry but I'm waiting for this man
Is
what I told her, so she could leave
No breaking up my plans
No time for talking about
shows
Or dates that I could host
Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the
jokes
My girls laughing
They see me already imagining
He whispered in my ear,
would I dance with him
I answered him
He took my hand with him
Dancing
close
I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke
He put his hand on my
hip, then my stomach
He must want it
And I was really just 'bout to leave, his
clique fronted
Like they don't see
That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace
And
to think, I wasn't even gonna go out..see?
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3:]
All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight
Especially if it's Envy in bungalow
eight
We making it hot on the dance floor today
But my girls wanna leave cause there's
nothing to take
Nothing to meet
Spot dead, nothing to see
Then we all agree
that we won't leave
Cause some spots the papi's still come at three
That's when I tell
the DJ to run that please
He dancing behind me
I feel what's under his jeans
And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme
I mean I'm cool and the gang
The music
is playing
Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting
Almost time for
breakfast
Standing by the coat checkers
Looking for my parking lot ticket...that's
it
And this night just ended
Can't say with who, what, or where but it'll definitely
be remembered
[CHORUS]
[OUTRO:]
Would you be my boyfriend?
[3X]
For tonight only
Would you be my boyfriend? [3X]
For tonight only
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