| Can you, can you keep it, oh yeah
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| Can you keep it coming round
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| Can you, can you keep it, oh yeah
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| You left me something I could sing about
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| Friday night, no parents
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| Gonna be at her crib
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| So maybe we can sit out on the terrace
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| And sip on the drink, but either way
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| I’ll be gone for the night
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| Laying down, feeling alright
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| Your silence is cut by Pilot Talk on the speakers
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| Hooking up and untying her sneakers
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| Taking off my new t-shirt
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| She want to turn off the lights but then I can’t see her
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| Before I say I’m down to play some more
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| My phone’s off, the clock says to start the tour
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| Of the body, the life inside the mind
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| Connected in sections of the brain but outside
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| I can see that she’s into me
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| Digging the feeling I’m givin' her like the Boston symphony
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| But that shit’s too sweet
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| I’m just passing through underneath the sheets
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| Can you, can you keep it
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| Let me ride you
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| Summertime on through
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| Wintertime and do it all
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| Freezing fingers outside, it’s on me
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| See the breath of a liar leave my chest
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| She gonna see I’m-a that guy
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| Coma the floor, no bed
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| I’ll assign myself to the betterin' of tonight
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| The veteran of this crime
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| I fill my cup up with somethin'
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| Foam with a bit of lime
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| I wanna skip the fine dine
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| Maybe after high times
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| If your friends come by
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| Maneuver as our bodies are fuming from accumulating relations
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| After conversation
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| Full body elation
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| And it comes and it goes
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| And we both know it won’t last long
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| So we gotta roll with it while we can
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| Never whip up in her hand
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| Never rip up a too talented eye kind of man
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| Like me, coming up from the MA
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| On the up and up and open up an account in her name
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| I’m just playin', babe
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| I don’t have the type of money to be playing with the game |