opium lestre

Mr. Suave - Parokya ni Edgar

Nasa ulap ba ang yong mga mata
Tila malayo ang yong pagtingala
Pakay ko lamang na ikay pangitiin
Ito'y aking lambing
Subok na ang aking pag-ibig
Ikaw lamang sa buong daigdig
Tinitibok ng puso ko'y dinggin
Sumama kana sa akin

Ako si Mr. Suave
OOhhh grabe
Habulin ng babae
Araw man o gabe
Oo ako si Mr. Suave
Oohhh grabe
Hayup kung dumiskarte
Wala silang masabe

Kaya't wag kanang malungkot
Problema'y ibaon sa limot
Pagka't nandito lang ako
Umiibig sa'yo

Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy (7X)

At kung kailangan na ika'y paligayahin
Wag magalinglangan na ika'y lumapit sa akin
Hatid sa atin ng suave kong bigote
Ang smooth na smooth na kilite

(Repeat *)

Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy (7X)

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013

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