Paroles de Hits Hits Hits
Honey Honey it's no useCoughin' up half of your soul
Baby Baby all your dreams
Are perfectly under control
Hits Hits Hits
Don't you know that I feel so sorry
For this love that I found
But there's a hatred in you my woman
just can't get rid of me now
Sister Tina don't be shy
Patience is starting to bruise
Better spread
What have you got to prove
But there's a hatred in you my woman
just can't get rid of me now
Sister Tina don't be shy
Patience is starting to bruise
Better spread
What have you got to prove
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