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Spain It S So True

But I know babe It's so true It's so true I know that You feel so alone And you cry yourself to sleep But I know babe It's so true It's so true They

buy, without prescription It's soothing, somewhat hypnotic A rhythmic, anesthetic, it's practically a narcotic You want it? We got it, come get it, we're widdit Because it's

Such sufferin', such sufferin' Gimme a Bufferin And what have I got? True, it's a lot but so what? There's got to be more to being so great To looking

champagne Mere alcohol doesn't move me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you Some like the perfume from Spain I'm sure

true Like a Saturday sun Like a rush when you know You're found that one It feels so good to me Livin' in this world of girls It's like swimming in

, so stop the blood clot cryin' This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it I take it slow 'cause I'll be home before you know

your body move Girl you'll feel Your loneliness Drifting away from you And you'll see This love exists We found a love so true Now we have Happiness It's

real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH! [Verse 1: Master P] Love money, hate haters 10 years later, still gettin paper Put 20's on the big wheel It's Univeral

could you Want any more than this Tell me how can this be true? [Chorus] Asking myself what's the deal what's the deal And it's like so hot And I'm