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Eve - Caramel Remix Lyrics

Caramel (Remix) Song Lyrics
Caramel (Remix) by Eve [Verse 1: Claudette Ortiz]
Uh-huh, come on
You can say I'm plain jane, but it's not the same
I ain't into big names, but I like nice things
I watch boxin' matches and the football games
I wouldn't mind being an actress, but I love to sing
I like goin' out, takin' walks and stuff
I don't run with many girls 'cause they talk too much
I enjoy quiet nights at home i'll curl up next to ya
You know i ain't a virgin that don't mean I'm havin' sex with ya

[Chorus: Claudette]
Anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)
And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)
5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
smile like the sunrise(Body Like Heaven)
'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (No doubt)
And anything I want I got it (Yeeah)
5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
smile like the sunrise(Body Like Heaven)

[Verse 2: Claudette]
Baby look me in the eyes and tell me if
I'm the kind of girl you like, I'm feelin' you
'Cause baby you're my kind of guy, that's what it is
Think about it you just might wanna run with this
All night long and if you want me we can keep this going
But let me tell you I'm the type that's strong
And I don't trust a lot of men, I'm independent
I ain't like some other women

[Chorus]

And I keep and I keep my mind
Baby girl don't you know you're a star
We could take a little trip to mi casa
Spend the night poppin' cris in the hot tub
See I ain't ever seen no girl like you
Every sexy little thing you do
5'5'', brown eyes with your big thighs
Everytime I see your smile it's got me hipnotized

[Verse 3: Eve]
I keep 'em mesmorized, listen to me closely
E-V-E is how a thorough bred supposed to be
Hate the thirsty type, can't even get close to me
That's why I got my own stack, Daddy, how it's supposed to be
I ain't about the game, playin', and gift chasin'
All in frontin' Daddy Please we both big facin'
All the things I want, I got, forget me not
Just from my stance, why you starin' at me? Got'chu hot
Not too many b**ches like her, one of a kind
I mean even the b**ches like her, she just a dime
Not impressed by your Cris' poppin'
Cause if you would, I might, end of the night, we gone be lip locking
But only if I choose to, I don't fall in love easily
Give'you the blues Boo
I have you sittin' 'round misty-eyed
Caramel, get 'em all the time
Hot sh*t from City High

[Chorus 2x]