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Oh my god
Superstars
And bedroom poster models
Got nothing on her
Got nothing on her
(uhhh)
And My baby looks so fly
All the time
More than weekend lovers
I just can’t describe it
I can’t describe it
The way you’re holding me up
Got me falling
Falling in luck
And I’m all in
All in the clouds, I’m on my way to you
Won’t hit the ground no need for a parachute
Oh my god
Supercars
And champaign private parties
Mean nothing to her
Mean nothing to her
(Yeah)
‘cause the way she walks the walk
Talk’ the talk’
Is the way she got me caught
Holding on
To Something
And I just can’t describe it,
(Yeah)
The way you’re holding me up
Got me falling
Falling in luck
And I’m all in
All in the clouds, I’m on my way to you
Won’t hit the ground no need for a parachute
The way you’re holding me up
The way you’re holding me up
All in the clouds, I’m on my way to you
Won’t hit the ground no need for a parachute
Oh my god
All these superstars
Bedroom poster models
Don't hold up to who you are
You are
You (ah ah ah) are
Holding me up
(oh yeah you holding me up)
Got me falling
Falling in luck (yeah)
And I’m all in
All in the clouds, I’m on my way to you
Won’t hit the ground no need for a parachute
The way you holding me up
The way you holding me up
(oh yeah you holding me up)
All in the clouds, I’m on my way to you
Won’t hit the ground no need for a parachute
(Oh yeah you, holding me up)
(Oh, yeah)
WRITERS
Tomi Saario, Felix Brunhuber, Florian Fellier
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Lyrics © AUSTRO-MECHANA GMBH
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