Number One Fan

They call me Dima Bilan...

Love at first sight
I've been watching you all night
What I gotta do for you
Made me know cause
The way you dance
Makes me want you all the bad
Oh, you're so fine
I just wanna make you mine

Baby you should go with me
Cause I can be the one you need
It is something about the way you are
You're my superstar

And I am your number one fan
Baby I'm your number one fan
Lady said I'm your number one fan
Baby I'm your number one fan
I'll be your number one fan

Ooo... she's sexy as she wanna be...
You don't wanna... what?
There coming Dima Bilan...
Ready for some action
We can make it happen
I need your love...
You're what just cant get enough!

Baby you should go with me
[You should go with me]
Cause I can be the one you need
[I'll be the one you need]
And there's something in the way you are...
You're my superstar

And I'm your number one fan
Baby, I'm your number one fan
Lady... said I'm your number one fan
Baby, I'm your number one fan
I'll be your number one fan

They call me Dima Bilan...

Baby you should go with me
Cause I can be the one you need
And there's something
But the way you are...
You're my superstar

And I'm your number one fan
Baby, I'm your number one fan
Lady... said I'm your number one fan
Baby, I'm your number one fan
I'll be your number one fan

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