One, two, three, four Ooh-ee-ooh, ah Ooh-ee-ooh So sweet I give you kisses in the backseat I whisper secrets in the backbeat You make me cry, you make me happy, happy (Happy) Leave my lipstick on the cigarette Just toss it, and you stomp it out, out, out Inhalin whiskey when you kiss my neck Weve been hurtin, but its happy hour, oh, hour Oh, oh, oh They couldnt have me (Ah) And they never will And sometimes I hold you closer Just to know youre real (Ah) Wheels in the gravel Davis in my bones Sometimes I take the day off (Ah) Just to turn you on On, on, oh Honey, honey I could be your bodyguard (Hey) Oh, honey, honey I could be your Kevlar (Huh) Oh, honey, honey I could be your lifeguard (Huh) Ooh, honey, honey You should let me ride shotgun, shotgun Oh, oh, oh Be your best friend I protect you in the mosh pit And Ill defend you in the gossip You know how people like to start shit and pop shit I dont like the way shes lookin at you Someone better hold me back, oh-oh Chargin ten for a double and Im talkin Im bout to lose it, turn around and John Wayne that ass (One, two, three, four) They couldnt catch you (Ah, with me) And they never will (You see) Sometimes I hold you closer Just to know youre real (Ah) Tell me your problems (I got you) I take how you feel (Mm, huh) I show you an exit (Ah) When youre restless I take the wheel Ooh, oh, oh Honey, honey You could be my bodyguard (Huh, uh) Oh, honey, honey Will you let me ride shotgun
[37] Sanjiv Puri is the Chairman & Managing Director of ITC Limited
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