Honey why you calling me so late
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why you crying is everything okay
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late
Originally posted by ~Da Moose~
And that Moose of yours....yeah yeah....he can't fight that Mywi lovin' feeling......nooooo no....no no no no, I said no no...... 🥷
I've got a man and Moosey is his name
he don't love me but I love him just the same
Moosey, Moosey, how I want you
like a ghost I'm gonna haunt you
Moosey, Moosey, when will you be mine?
Each time I see my baby, my heart cries
I'm gonna steal him away from all those biatches
From the sunny day I met you
made a bet that I would get you
Moosey, Moosey, when will you be mine?
Originally posted by Mywi
I've got a man and Moosey is his name
he don't love me but I love him just the sameMoosey, Moosey, how I want you
like a ghost I'm gonna haunt you
Moosey, Moosey, when will you be mine?Each time I see my baby, my heart cries
I'm gonna steal him away from all those biatchesFrom the sunny day I met you
made a bet that I would get you
Moosey, Moosey, when will you be mine?
😂 😂 Profiled...
(Sung to THE BRADY BUNCH)
Here's the story, of a chick named Mywi
who was hotter than a Sunday in July,
She had brown hair and a nice complexion
And she had a real nice ass.
Here's the story, of a guy named Moosey,
Who was weirder than most people that you know,
He's a grown man living by himself,
He's got great big hooves.
Til the one day when this Mywi met the Moosey
And he knew she was much more than his ex
He hoped they could meet real soon, at his or her place
And have a lot of sex.
Mywi and Moose
Mywi and Moose
That's the way
They became Mywi and Moose