"If I Could Do It All Over Again, I'd Do It All Over You" lyrics

"If I Could Do It All Over Again, I'd Do It All Over You"

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you

I really don't know
I really don't know

Gimme that stuff enough, enough to slow me down
I'll give you anything that I've got if you take me away
Lovin' is the stuff the thing, the thing that slows me down
More than anything that I know, gimme some

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you

Gimme that stuff enough, enough to slow me down
I'll give you anything that I've got if you take me away
Lovin' is the stuff, the thing, the thing that slows me down
More than anything that I know, gimme some

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you
Who do you think you are?
Do you think you

Who do you think you are?


Writer(s): Richard Coughlan, Richard Sinclair, Pye Hastings, Dave Sinclair
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