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Guns N' Roses Miscellaneous Bring It Back Home Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy. Bring it back home to me. Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him. Bring it back home to me. When, why wonder? Brown-eyed Stunner, Come on bring it home to me. Kiss a little dozen, fishing for your lover, won't you bring it down home to me. See a drill on fire, she's a dog in heat. She licks her lips with a passion, in the third degree. See a dirty old lady, with a school girl's scream Break a back for the daddy, oh, when she does her thing. She loves like heroin, she kills the pain. Call it what you wanna, call it danger honey, you said; gimme back, nicotine. Never wanna hold you, never wanna scold you, I bet she's takin' away from me. Never will commend you, or ever reprimand you when you bring it back home to me. Can't take candy from a baby, when your baby gives it up for free She just puts around being lazy, but still she brings her lovin' to me. Don't need nothin' to save me, save for a piece of your luxury, Lock the door but you'll never cage it. I'll tell you just how its gonna be. I call your lover in the morning, when you have your cup of tea. You never give me a warning, so you better give it right up for me. Guess who's comin' over, on your thinks they're such a surprise. If you say you've never known her, honey, you better open your eyes. Look out. See a drill on fire, she's a dog in heat. She licks her lips, with a passion, in the third degree. See a dirty old lady, with a school girl's scream. Break the back of her daddy, when she does her thing. Can't take candy from a baby, when your baby gives it up for free. She just gets around being lazy, until she brings her lovin' to me. I don't need nothin' to save me, save for a piece of your luxury. Lock the door but you'll never cage me. I tell you just how i ts gonna be. I call your lover in the morning, when you have your cup of tea. You never give me a warning, so get yourself ready for me. Ohh, where're you going, tell me; Who're you to see? I'll be sleeping on your doorstep, baby, till you bring it back home to me. Can't keep something from a jealous mind, you don't get something for free. What's it gonna gonna come to, you just bring it down home ot me. HaHaHa |
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