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André

 

André


Baby I was so far from the countdown of my life
Honestly till you're beside me, my day don't even begin
You'll be waiting on me with that homemade spaghetti
I'm looking forward to some candlelit leftovers again

I get buzzed when I think 'bout us
Tonight can't come quick enough

My cup runneth over with your love and cheap champagne
Just can't beat the taste of your lips mixed with bubbles, babe

All the money in the bank
Ain't all that much to celebrate
I'll take a five-dollar bottle of André
And you all day

Pour a little more please of that A-N-D-R-E
Keep it coming till your jokes are funny and the feeling's making me float
Feeling kinda high class with your pinky out like that
Potential Leonardo DiCaprio practicing your toast

I get buzzed when I think 'bout us
Tonight can't come quick enough

My cup runneth over with your love and cheap champagne
Just can't beat the taste of your lips mixed with bubbles, babe

All the money in the bank
Ain't all that much to celebrate
I'll take a five-dollar bottle of André
And you all day

Pop them bottles, baby
Pop them bottles, baby
I say Brut Rosé
You say Spumante
It don't matter, baby
Pop them bottles, baby

Pop them bottles, baby
Pop them bottles, baby
I say Brut Rosé
You say Spumante
It don't matter, baby
Pop them bottles, baby
Yeah, come on, pop them bottles, baby

My cup runneth over with your love and cheap champagne
Just can't beat the taste of your lips mixed with bubbles, babe

All the money in the bank
Ain't all that much to celebrate
I'll take a five-dollar bottle of André
And you all day

Fatto

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