build me up (Build me up) buttercup, don't break my heart I need you (I need you) more than anyone, baby You know that I have from the start So build
The build up Lasted for days Lasted for weeks Lasted too long Our hero withdrew When there was two He could not choose one So there was none Worn into
that I have from the start So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart *solo* James: Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup
build me up (build me up) buttercup, don't break my heart i need you (i need you) more than anyone, baby you know that i have from the start so build
build me up to bring me down You build me up, yeah, so you can mess around You build me up to bring me down You build me up, yeah, so you can mess around
Originally by: Foundations Westlife version: Live - Tour 2002 Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby Just to let me down (let me down)
Why do you build me up, buttercup, Baby, just to let me down? Mess me around, yeah, and worst of all, You never call baby, when you say you will. I need
anyone, darlin' You know that I have from the start So build me up (build me up) buttercup, don't break my heart Why do you build me up (build me up
You know that I have, from the start So, build me up buttercup, don't break my heart (Build me up) Why do you build me up buttercup, baby? (Build me up
on a wire, I'm up so high that I can barely feel your fire You can't touch me, no, That's just a dream Fill up my cup, mozoltov Look at her dancing, just
Remember those walls I built Well, baby they're tumbling down And they didn't even put up a fight They didn't even make up a sound I found a way to let
stick your head in a tornado -- brainstorm. I drop bombs. Flex. Napalm. Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto, Giuseppes when I step out, posted up
up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the
-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built
cannot win, oh win, oh Don't tell me I can't build on anything Just 'cause they couldn't do it I took a whole lifetime trying to find a way up And feeling
stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her We put on a shine, put on a motor Built out of love