The 9th Planet Out - Best of Me

She's got edges and
Whisky whispers yeah!
She ain't fuckin' around
Can't contain her she'll
Keep you beggin' and
Make you drop to the ground
I keep closin' my eyes
Thinkin' about
All of the things you do to me
With one hand on the prize
I realize
That you always get the best of me
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Yeah you always get the best of me
Take your chances
Your risky business don't
Get too close to the edge
(Close to the edge)
She don't care if you
Keep on fallin' no!
She'll just drop you instead
I keep closin' my eyes
Thinkin' about
All of the things you do to me
With one hand on the prize
I realize
That you always get the best of me
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Yeah you always get the best of me
I keep closin' my eyes
Thinkin' about
All of the things you do to me
With one hand on the prize
I realize
That you always get the best of me
With one hand on the prize
I realize
That you always get the best of me
With one hand on the prize
I realize
That you always get the best of me
With one hand on the prize
I realize
Yeah you always get the best of me!

Written by:
CAMUS MARE CELLI, PAUL F CONTE, BRENDA RADNEY, JANICE LENORA ROBINSON

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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