| Mister sticky fingers got you falling out of bed
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| Pulling all your triggers while he’s fucking with your head
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| If there’s a price to having him you’ll surely pay it twice
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| Cause honey you ain’t seen it yet he’s trouble in disguise
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| I know cause this is where he comes at night
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| Swore he’d never make me cry
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| Promised me a thousand times
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| every time it hurt
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| All those empty alibis
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| Weren’t quite enough to hide
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| Your perfume on his shirt
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| But honey its alright
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| In fact i sympathize
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| And you’ll know why
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| When your crying on the floor
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| Mister sticky fingers
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| Stuck on you no more
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| Mister sticky fingers what you gonna tell me now
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| How’s it your so full of shit and yet so hollowed out
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| Dont come talking history you won’t get very far
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| It’s clearly not a mystery why history we are
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| And I’m not gonna feed your selfish heart
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| Swore he’d never make me cry
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| Promised me a thousand times
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| every time it hurt
|
| All those empty alibis
|
| Weren’t quite enough to hide
|
| Your perfume on your shirt
|
| But honey its alright
|
| In fact i sympathize
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| And you’ll know why
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| When your crying on the floor
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| Mister sticky fingers
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| Stuck on you no more
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| (Na na na na)
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| Stuck on you no more
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| (Na na na na)
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| Stuck on you no more
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| Oh so what you call me for?
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| Swore he’d never make me cry
|
| Promised me a thousand times
|
| every time it hurt
|
| All those empty alibis
|
| Weren’t quite enough to hide
|
| Your perfume on your shirt
|
| But honey its alright
|
| In fact i sympathize
|
| And you’ll know why
|
| When your crying on the floor
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| Mister sticky fingers
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| Stuck on you no more |