Jared Evan - Pulp Fiction Lyrics
Hook:Oh, oh, oh, noYou treat my heart like it's a movieYou blew my blazer in a carYou treat my heart like it's a movieProfessional!Uh, uh, uhWho would have knew you and me whilstI'm looking down at my lap,Like yeah, she got us!I'm looking down all around and see who watches us,And became the perfect option.You treat me like a movie, a Tarantino trulyYou're looking me up and down like you knew meBut look at how you do me!And how you do me is got me chasing you around like a groupieA chauffeur for you!The way that I'm on you until you pop shitNot going to ignore you like I'm Vincent VegaAs soon as I shake, girl, you turn it up majorAnd I'll be back gone, you treat me like a movie.Hook:Oh, oh, oh, noYou treat my heart like it's a movieYou blew my blazer in a carYou treat my heart like it's a movieProfessional!Behind the wheel for lifeAddictive the generosity, share the micShe opened the briefcase and ordered real on sightI'll make them .. only clapping…And know the hype, and honestly my addiction is women, right?And all I want is to come to Brooklyn and spend the nightSaid she almost died seeing what living's likeHuh, cancel on a car service and missing flights.My Louis wallet reeds bad mother*****erI'mma bad mother*****er, they relax till I come upAnd then they get giddy, and they ask, can we caught upAnd knowing all the action gotta love usMy heart's not a movie, huh!Hook:Oh, oh, oh, noYou treat my heart like it's a movieYou blew my blazer in a carYou treat my heart like it's a movieProfessional!You treat my heart like it's a movieYou blew my blazer in a carYou treat my heart like it's a movieProfessional!
