Ooh, Think of the weekend love Watch this Weekend love Gonna spend a weekend love Weekend love Just a case of weekend love If you've been misled by
throughout the universe A female rapper with the message to send the Queen Latifah is a perfect specimen [Monie Love] My sister, can I get some? [Queen Latifah] Sure, Monie Love
Won't you be my prom queen? (Another morning) Won't you be my prom queen? Everybody has a real good time Won't you be my prom queen? (It's time for my
love is criminal You look like something straight from a magazine You're my beauty queen Slow motion love like a clip on a movie screen You're my beauty queen
The end of time The queen is in love, yeah, yeah The queen is in love, yeah, yeah, yeah The queen is in love, yeah, yeah The queen is in love, yeah
pity myself awoken dreams of a future Here left to bleed my loves heartbeat is taken away My dreams forgotten, this is not my only wish For every love
To give all my love to you, my God Can't feel myself Don't want nobody else to ever love me You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy
the gates of the city Where the first born died And I might have been queen I remember the girl in the fields with no name She had a love Oh, but the
good bad drugs In the city, is it true If you don't, you act like you do? Feast of fools, I can't wait Give 'em a taste of my misfit love Complicate
the world's rim If I sought to love you with my body It would be with a bent back unto the day of doom Oh, the queen of love I am in her heart She is
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Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love Can anybody find me somebody to love? Find me somebody to love Find me somebody to love
as a tack I don't care if I never get back My girl is the queen of ten villages We live on the fruits of her pillages She eats other queens, she's very
I'm Made of bones of the branches The boughs and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks And my head is the canopy high And my fingers
I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high And my fingers extend
only love Jane and though our love is done You are the only one Yeah, that's just what you are Jane, she's the Queen of love Jane, she makes busy bee love
(Chorus) How Do I Love Thee Let Me Count The Ways How Much Do I Love You Well, Multiply Your Love By Infiniti Picture A Vision Of Beauty As We Dance By
another love song, another love song Another love song, you're just another love song You're just another love song, another love song Another love song, you're just another love
