Patrice
King’s love - acoustic version
Eaahhh....
She's got that stuff that god's made of
She's had it rough, sometimes she bluffs
Outside she's tough, inside she's soft
When we make love ... ouuuh yeahhh
Her smile, her style is so sublime
Her gypsy eyes, her lips, her thighs
I take her breath, i make her mine
She likes me close, wants me inside
I could sell her anything coz she love's her king
I could sell her anything coz she love's her king
But i won't coz i love her
No i won't coz i love her
When her eyes turn dark she falls apart
Fights ghosts and phantoms with marshall arts
Her head is heavy, so is her heart
When the light moves in she gives off sparks
She knows oh yeah she knows
She knows oh yeah she knows
She knows oh yeah she knows
If i am to do what a man's to do
I know she's holding firm
My father said be good to yourself
So i must be good to her
Loving me means loving her
Loving me means loving her
Loving me means loving her
Loving me means loving her
I could sell her anything coz she loves her king
I could sell her anything coz she loves her king
But i won't coz i love her
No i won't coz i love her..
I could sell her anything coz she loves her king
I could sell her anything coz she loves her king
But i won't coz i love her
No i won't coz i love her.. yeaaahhiiin...