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Taj Jackson Give Your Heart


Ooh, Yeah, Ooh.
I've been hurt, I've been played,
I've been all of the above.
And I've got too many tears to count.
I've been used, I've been fooled,
I've been so untouched,
But I know I'm not [?].

So I give, all of me,
'Cause that's just how I am.
Want your eyes and your mind,
To see and understand.
But it's all give and take,
So mean what you say,
Are you giving everything that you can?

Give your heart,
It's all that I ask for,
Nothing more, nothing less (nothing more, nothing less)
Give your heart,
The one that is broken.
Baby I want the mess, of your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Baby I want the mess, of your heart,
Your heart, your heart. Ooh,
Baby I want the mess, of your heart.

Right around, I stand my side,
'Cause I know who you really are.
Let 'em talk, let 'em lie,
I'm putting up a fight.
'Cause for you, baby, I go hard.

So I love, and I love,
So you know that it's there.
If you're ever confused,
You're fully aware.
That in my heart,
You are the only one,
So tell me are you giving me love?

Give your heart,
It's all that I ask for,
Nothing more, nothing less (nothing more, nothing less)
Give your heart,
The one that is broken.
Baby I want the mess, of your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Baby I want the mess, of your heart,
Your heart, your heart. Ooh,
Baby I want the mess, of your heart.

My love is yours, So,
That you're gon' be there for me,
Let's just suggested,
This buildings gonna fall,
If you don't give it your all.
Baby, show your heart.

Ooh, show me your heart,
Ooh, baby give your heart.

Give your heart,
It's all that I ask for,
Nothing more, nothing less (nothing more, nothing less)
Give your heart,
The one that is broken.
Baby I want the mess, of your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Your heart, your heart.
Baby I want the mess, of your heart,
Your heart, your heart. Ooh,
Baby I want the mess, of your heart.



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