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Bret Michaels – Go That Far lyrics
Intro
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, said, ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah)
Verse 1
Please, let me introduce myself
I'm gonna get you off like there's no one else
Hey, won't you step inside my brain
I'm your freak show baby
I'm your crazy train.
Sunset boulevard, Hollywood Hills
Pretty kitties
Back in black
And I'm Dressed to kill
Chorus
I'll be your sugar daddy
I'll be your diamond rings
You'll be my dirty secret
You'll be my sexy thing
I'll take you platinum baby
I'll be your Rock star
I'll get you higher baby
If you wanna go that far
Verse2
Hey, show you things you've never seen
Touch my backstage-pass
Ride my limousine
Please, let me be your flesh and blood
Your dirty secret
Your Rock Of Love
Sunset boulevard, Hollywood Hills
Pretty kitties
Back in black
And I'm Dressed to kill
Chorus
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
[Solo]
Verse 3
Now you're filled with rope
You're goin' V.I.P.
You're flyin' private baby
LA. to NYC
You like my fancy kribb
You dig that big black car
Wearin' that designer clothes
Hangin' with movie stars
Chorus
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, said, ah, ah ah, ah, ah, ah)
Verse 1
Please, let me introduce myself
I'm gonna get you off like there's no one else
Hey, won't you step inside my brain
I'm your freak show baby
I'm your crazy train.
Sunset boulevard, Hollywood Hills
Pretty kitties
Back in black
And I'm Dressed to kill
Chorus
I'll be your sugar daddy
I'll be your diamond rings
You'll be my dirty secret
You'll be my sexy thing
I'll take you platinum baby
I'll be your Rock star
I'll get you higher baby
If you wanna go that far
Verse2
Hey, show you things you've never seen
Touch my backstage-pass
Ride my limousine
Please, let me be your flesh and blood
Your dirty secret
Your Rock Of Love
Sunset boulevard, Hollywood Hills
Pretty kitties
Back in black
And I'm Dressed to kill
Chorus
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
[Solo]
Verse 3
Now you're filled with rope
You're goin' V.I.P.
You're flyin' private baby
LA. to NYC
You like my fancy kribb
You dig that big black car
Wearin' that designer clothes
Hangin' with movie stars
Chorus
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