Whatever you want of mine it's yours,
Here's a key to my front door,
You took my bed I take the floor
I take the floor.
We're like a fire that can't put out,
We're an oasis in the drought,
A day at the beach without a cloud,
Without a cloud.
You put the Tyson in my Mike,
You put the Wesley in my Snipe,
I love you more than Michael Stipe.
And you know i would love that band,
And you know i would love that band.
Mi casa es su casa,
Give a little love and it comes back at ya,
Mi casa es su casa,
I can't help but love you so,
Mi casa es su casa,
Give a little love and it comes back at ya,
Mi casa es su casa,
I can't help but love you so.
Oh no,
I can't help but love you so.
If you were the moon I'd be the tide,
You give me something I can't hide,
Nobody pulled me in so tight,
Pulled me in so tight.
Writer(s): Roy Neville Francis Stride
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