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Got 20 pound note, rolled up, rolled up
A little squashed in my pocket
Don't you give me those eyes
We can stop by the shop, get some rum if you want it, want it

I'm tired tryna fight it and fight you
Fight this and fight it all
Let's get out of the rain
Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

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Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
It's yours
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
All yours
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
It's yours
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
All yours

Got your hands in my head
And the door starts to ring, I'm guessing that's the pizza
Well, let it quiver in the cold
'Cause all that I want is a piece now of your love, hold us

I'm tired tryna fight it and fight you
And fight this and fight it all
Let's get out the rain
Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

Come on, let it drop

Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
It's yours
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
All yours
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
It's yours
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo
All yours

It's yours, na
Na-na-na, na-na-na, all yours
No, ooh-ooh, ha, hey-hey, it's yours
Oh no, ooh, ooh-ooh, ah-ah, all yours

Writer(s): James Quenton Wright, Mariah Carey, Terry Steven Lewis, James Samuel Harris Iii

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