MONICA - Dozen Roses, A (You Remind Me) lyrics

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With a dozen roses, such would astound you

The joy of children laughing around you

These are the makings of you

It is true, the makings of you

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes

Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you

You got style just like a Bentley Coupe

And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you

I think I'm fallin' in love with you

Baby, caught up in somethin' that's movin' so fast

Never been with nobody else

You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass

You remind me of this thing

Somethin' like R. Kelly singin' 'bout a jeep

Boy, you're everythin' to me

And you're my, you're my, you're my property

Boy, you remind me, remind me of the ice on my rings

Boys, you remind me of this

These are the makings of you

It is true, these are the makings of you

You remind me of the very first time

You remind me of the time we made love

Just like the 25th day of Christmas

Waitin' for Santa Claus to show up

You got a heart of gold, baby, you should know

Baby, you remind me of so much

And baby, you always stay on my mind

You're just like my rims, you shine

Boy, you remind me of 26's on my car

Complete spinnin' around, lookin' like a superstar

Boy, you remind me of how our life's supposed to be

This is what you remind me

And you're my, you're my property

Lookin' at you look at another

Baby, I don't need another brother

Satisfy my mind to the fullest of my body

There's no pressure, baby

And now I keep it so real

And I can't help it, you got that whip appeal

What's the deal? Tell me how you feel

Could it be me, me? [incomprehensible]

You like the ice on my wrist, it's like kick on my hip

Mac on my lips, armor oil on my whip

Butter on my shrimp, I'm the Gladys, you the Pip

I keep my hair flip, the way you like to see me strip

Keep a money clip, you remind me of a tip

Like a pair of jeans from Abercrombie when they rip

Like a glass of wine every time I take a sip

It's you

(You, you, you, you, you, you)

Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes

Every time you walk past, all the girls be lookin' at you

You got style just like a Bentley Coupe

And I be losin' my mind every time I get next to you

With a dozen roses, such would astound you

The joy of children laughing around you

These are the makings of you

These, these are

(It is true, the makings of you, you)