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Ensemblen
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Songtexte: All Saints. Studio 1. Chick Fit.

Boy, I can't stand your heat
Got me lying awake
I haven't eaten all week
Got me obsessing all day

Oh, what you done to me
Can't stop calling your name
Check me, I'm acting all weird

All my girls say, "Boy, I'm totally gone"
Acting crazy I don't know what I'm on
It's not easy tryin' a put on a front
Baby, I'm speechless, I don't know what you've done

Boy, whenever you call my stomach's in bits
I can't focus at all your got me twisted
I live for that talk when you call me your chick
Just so all the girls know I gotcha for keeps

My coolness is blown, I need my fix
In a matter of days I'm not myself
I'm all over the place, I get a chick fit
When I hear your name I totally flip

Boy, you're too hot for me
Can't stop melting away
When I see you I can't speak
Switching when I see your face

Acting like I'm a teen
Waiting outside your place
Boy, this is really not me

All my girls say, "Boy, I'm totally gone"
Acting crazy I don't know what I'm on
It's not easy tryin' a put on a front
Baby, I'm speechless, I don't know what you've done

Boy, whenever you call my stomach's in bits
I can't focus at all your got me twisted
I live for that talk when you call me your chick
Just so all the girls know I gotcha for keeps

My coolness is blown, I need my fix
In a matter of days I'm not myself
I'm all over the place, I get a chick fit
When I hear your name I totally flip

Completely lost my mind
Something's taken over me
Boy you're one of a kind
Just how a man's supposed to be

Acting like I'm a teen
Calling you every day
Boy this is really not me

All my girls say, "Boy, I'm totally gone"
Acting crazy I don't know what I'm on
It's not easy tryin' a put on a front
Baby, I'm speechless, I don't know what you've done

Boy, whenever you call my stomach's in bits
I can't focus at all your got me twisted
I live for that talk when you call me your chick
Just so all the girls know I gotcha for keeps

My coolness is blown, I need my fix
In a matter of days I'm not myself
I'm all over the place, I get a chick fit
When I hear your name I totally flip

Boy, whenever you call my stomach's in bits
I can't focus at all your got me twisted
I live for that talk when you call me your chick
Just so all the girls know I gotcha for keeps

My coolness is blown, I need my fix
In a matter of days I'm not myself
I'm all over the place, I get a chick fit
When I hear your name I totally flip

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