band practice - Ambre

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

You’re making me so, so comfortable

See through my innocent soul

We’re locked in this garage

You’re playing all my parts

Come make me a star

Can I practice on you?

Can you practice on me to?

Girl, you give me the blues

Can I practice on you?

Can you practice on me to?

Girl, you give me the blues

I got love for you, I got lot for you

I got something for you, can I get something in return?

I got love for you, I got lot for you

I got something for you, can I get something in return?

(Ooh)

Can I practice on you?

Can you practice on me to?

Girl, you give me the blues

Ooh, I got love for me too

And I know it’s just us two

And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh

Symphonies in blue, remind me of you

And the road is running out and that’s fine

Yeah, I want you, you, you

That’s old me

If you ain’t gang, gang, gang don’t approach me

Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe

I can’t say I got offended when you stole me

I think we went to war last night

My mission was to catch your eye

I think I made it do what it do

But it wasn’t what it was when you caught that flight

And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad

I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way

Woah, woah, but you still my woe

Kiss away all my woes, woah

If she golden, prolly go then

I might slide on your bitch for the trophy

And I’m falling in slow motion