grows old I've been loving you, my, my, my, my a little too long I don't want to stop now, oh, oh I've been loving you a little too long, I can't stop
now Good god of mine]I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you I love you in so many different ways... I love you in so many
Übersetzung: Rolling Stones. Ich habe Been Loving You Too Long.
stop now Good god of mine]I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you I love you in so many different ways... I love you in so
alarm I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Won't you ring the alarm? I been through this too long
I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Won't you ring the alarm? I been through this too long But I'll be
J-Love [J-Love:] Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas
you live with me Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known Cause I've been too long a lonely man Yes I've been too long a rolling stone So let seasons
Cause I've been on these streets way too long Baby I've been on this too long It's getting faded too long Got me on this rolling stone So I take another
, I been through this too long But I'll be damned if I see another chick on your arm Won't you ring the alarm, I been through this too long But I'll be
And I didn't want to let you go But you've been too gone for too long So why don't you just stay gone Now you've been too gone for too long Now it?s
to see 'Cause I've never been in love before I don't care what people say As long as you and me okay 'Cause I never been in love before All of this
muthafuckin' man J-Love [J-Love] Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker Call me Brian Urlacher, straight up attack you Then I backslap you
I've been on these streets way too long Baby I've been on this too long It's getting faded too long Got me on this rolling stone So I take another hit
's what makes you thirsty Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps As you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you
love you were never shown It must of been hard to care alot They cherished everything you're not It must of been easier to throw thier stones Then to rebuild whats been