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Mama likes to turn it up high. Croon like there’s nothing but sweet, heartbreaking men he tells her he loves her like there isn’t another woman loving him forever is what she needs Croon like there’s nothing but sweet, heartbreaking men Shakes her head like she’s heard it through the grapevine. loving him forever is what she needs Dancing with the mop like he’ll stay true. Shakes her head like she’s heard it through the grapevine “Ain’t no mountain high enough!” gaze turned up, looking for the one Dancing with the mop like he’ll stay true He’s just another man, he isn’t Motown. “Ain’t no mountain high enough!” gaze turned up, looking for the one he tells her he loves her like there isn’t another woman He’s just another man, he isn’t Motown. Mama likes to turn it up high.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
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Mama likes to turn it up high. Croon like there’s nothing but sweet, heartbreaking men he tells her he loves her like there isn’t another woman loving him forever is what she needs Croon like there’s nothing but sweet, heartbreaking men Shakes her head like she’s heard it through the grapevine. loving him forever is what she needs Dancing with the mop like he’ll stay true. Shakes her head like she’s heard it through the grapevine “Ain’t no mountain high enough!” gaze turned up, looking for the one Dancing with the mop like he’ll stay true He’s just another man, he isn’t Motown. “Ain’t no mountain high enough!” gaze turned up, looking for the one he tells her he loves her like there isn’t another woman He’s just another man, he isn’t Motown. Mama likes to turn it up high.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
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