Q2, Wem3
Lyrics
My baby's no mathematician
She's more of a word magician
She knows how to cast a spell on me, oh yeah
Pouted lips and batted eyes
It should come as no surprise
I'll go along with anything she'll say, oh yeah
And she's so cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
What the Heaven and Hell am I
Supposed to do
Cuz she's so cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
What the Heaven and Hell am I
Supposed to do
I find myself in no position
To interrupt her composition
She spins her tale and
I stay out of her way, oh yeah
And if I had the audacity
To claim some kind of superiority
She'd still get the best of me
She'd win, again
Cuz she's so cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
What the Heaven and Hell am I
Supposed to do
Cuz she's so cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
Cute, cute, cute, too too too too
What the Heaven and Hell am I
Supposed to do
Writer(s): Seth Pederson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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