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  1. Whole Lotta Mess.

Lyrics

Whole Lotta Mess 4/11/2020
Written by © Corey Schmidt
Produced by Stefan Moessle – Secret Sounds
Contact: Corey Schmidt, Producer/Songwriter
corey.gigummusic@gmail.com
GigumMusic.com

Ohh…No, no
V1
Your blond hair, blue eyes
You keep me alive
Your fast car, wild nights
You’re are a good time

But his black hair, bright eyes
Keeps me, on fire
He’s all day, all night
He is my desire

I’m texting you
While I’m, talking to him
My bodies aching
For you, both it’s a sin

C1
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I can’t take no more stress

Now, if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta change my address

It’s gonna strain, my mind
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, baby
With you tonight
But when it’s time to go
It will be him and only him
That I want the most

V2
Your airplane, champagne
Fly me to New York
Your boat waits, on shore
Get me on board

But his kiss is, so slow
I tell him, no no
His body is so fine
I just can’t let go, ya

My lips on you
My hands are, all over him
My bodies aching
For you, both it’s a sin

C2
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I can’t take no more stress

Now, if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta change my address

It’s gonna strain, my mind
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, baby
With you tonight
But when it’s time to go
It will be him and only him
That I want the most

Bridge
If my guys, found out…Oh, no, no
If my guys, found out…Oh, no, no, no, no

I’ll knock, knock, knock, upon your door
It’s really you, that I adore
I’ll knock, knock, knock, it’s 4 AM
Come on babe, just let me in

C3
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I can’t take no more stress

Now if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta change my address

Now if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
Preacher I gotta confess

Now if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta run from my address

It’s gonna strain, my mind
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, baby
With you tonight
But when it’s time to go
It will be him and only him
That I want the most…Oh, what a mess