Texty:
Chicago Closer To You

just wanna be closer to you, baby Oh, I don't wanna be a fool for you I just wanna see if you can be moved, yeah I just wanna be closer to you, oh

cola, Satan's cheaper Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you

m on my straight grizzly so why would i buy you a gay ass teddy bear bitch you're already bi-polar! [Chorus 2 - Eminem] Now I don't really care what you call me you

cola, Satan's cheaper Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you

feeling you, I?m feeling you I?m feeling you, I?m feeling you Ecstasy, you and me, boy, you know I?m feeling you, I?m feeling you I?m feeling you, I

Changing times have been unkind to you As these days they slip away We grow closer to our graves Had the best time of my life without you Now the

to you Like film stars they get close to you You've mirrored his appeal He wants you so, he wants to be beside you Then you pass by giving him the other

Heaven Heaven ain't hard 2 find Heaven, yeah You think we all dogs, that's why you cautious When I approached you been talking since you arrived But

And If you've ever been in love I wanna hear you sing it as loud as you can, sing Suddenly, I'm not afraid to try and love someone Suddenly, I feel like