Whitney Houston

One shook up geezers' jaw on the floor
Two working thumbs to send me streaming galore
Three or more attempts to persuade me, there's other music there that's just as fine
Well it can get in line

Gotta raise a glass to the high keys
Gotta clear the catwalk for the Queen
I've been

Praying every night for a set of lungs like Whitney
I can't tell you what this girl on the screen means to me
But I finally see why the back to back beats always repeat on MTV

Falsetto fire's got me hit where it hurts
Confessed that the days you felt on top of the world were the day you heard

DMA's on MDMA or got your
Ford GT on a trip, bound US of A
I get the feeling that something's amiss, but his list gets fatter with this

It's an uphill retreat to the place where we'll meet
A bizarre little street where you'll hold me 'til September
A grip I'll always remember

Like Whitney
I can't tell you what this girl on the screen means to me
But I finally see why the back to back beats always repeat

Like Whitney
I can't tell you what this girl on the screen means to me
But I finally see why the back to back beats always repeat on MTV

Like Whitney
I can't tell you what this girl on the screen means to me
But I finally see why the back to back beats always repeat on MTV

Like Whitney
I can't tell you what this girl on the screen means to me
But I finally see why the back to back beats always repeat on MTV



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Writer(s): Alexander Mccombie
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