I don't know why I love you like I l do
But I do so, I don't know why I love (uh huh, uh huh)
I don't know why I love you like I do
But I do so, I don't know why I love
Boulevard nights getting drunk on the strip.
I see a pretty girl and I'm touchin' her tits, like
How you doin'? Nice to meet you.
I, like your tits, I mean, I like your features. See,
My name is pony boy, rapping in bel-air
You might'a heard'a me, the kid with the swell hair.
Look on her face, you can tell that she's well scared.
So I scream, can you hear me? Hell yeah.
I don't know why I love you like I do
But I do so, I don't know why I love (uh huh, uh huh)
I don't know why I love you like I do
But I do so, I don't know why I love
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