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Sirota - My Way Lyrics



Sirota - My Way Lyrics




Some may be loving it
Some don't want none of it
Others are rough and toughing it
But can I be quite upfront with it
I wanna do it my way
My way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
If you want me loving it
And if you want me calling for it
You might have to sing some for it
You're gonna have to learn to listen
My way
My way
We gotta move it
I like to do it
My way

You could be the picture babe
You could be so fine
Don't know exactly what I'm feeling babe
Got one foot in and one outside
I'm always indecisive
Give you nights
And it feels right
But never quite
I'm in between
Like in your sheets
You're never getting what I mean
I might spell it out for you
I might scream and shout for you
Respect for everything you do
But I might have to ask you for it

My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way

We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way

It's not a complicated thing
It's running from the reason
And it's waiting for the spring
It's not a complicated thing
But I grew up with manners
So I'll ask you what you think
What's wrong with this
What did I miss
This can't be it
Before I quit
Before I dip
Let's try it

My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way

Let's take some new direction
Object of my affection
Hide I'll be the seeker
Round two follow the leader
I'm grounded like finest
Not tryna be your highness
But I think we could try this united
Come and fly this
Try it

My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
Gotta move it move it move it
My Way
Move it my way
Move it my way
Move it move it
Move it move it
Move it
My Way

(Thank you)

My Way
I said
I'd very much like it if you could move it
My way
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English

Some may be loving it
Some don't want none of it
Others are rough and toughing it
But can I be quite upfront with it
I wanna do it my way
My way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
If you want me loving it
And if you want me calling for it
You might have to sing some for it
You're gonna have to learn to listen
My way
My way
We gotta move it
I like to do it
My way

You could be the picture babe
You could be so fine
Don't know exactly what I'm feeling babe
Got one foot in and one outside
I'm always indecisive
Give you nights
And it feels right
But never quite
I'm in between
Like in your sheets
You're never getting what I mean
I might spell it out for you
I might scream and shout for you
Respect for everything you do
But I might have to ask you for it

My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way

We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way

It's not a complicated thing
It's running from the reason
And it's waiting for the spring
It's not a complicated thing
But I grew up with manners
So I'll ask you what you think
What's wrong with this
What did I miss
This can't be it
Before I quit
Before I dip
Let's try it

My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way

Let's take some new direction
Object of my affection
Hide I'll be the seeker
Round two follow the leader
I'm grounded like finest
Not tryna be your highness
But I think we could try this united
Come and fly this
Try it

My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
We gotta do it
My Way
My Way
My Way
We gotta move it
Gotta move it move it move it
My Way
Move it my way
Move it my way
Move it move it
Move it move it
Move it
My Way

(Thank you)

My Way
I said
I'd very much like it if you could move it
My way
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Writer: Isabella Sirota
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Performed By: Sirota
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Isabella Sirota

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