| Girl, tell me all of your secrets
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| From the darkest to the deepest, uh
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| I would love to know what’s underneath those curls
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| I’ve got 21 questions
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| How could someone of your essence, uh
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| End up in my arms
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| I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m a little suspicious
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| Are you really mine or are you someone else’s missus?
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| This feels way too good to be true and when that’s the instance
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| It usually is, usually is, is, is
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| Girl, tell me all of your secrets
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| From the darkest to the deepest, uh
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| I would love to know what’s underneath those curls
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| I’ve got 21 questions
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| How could someone of your essence, uh
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| End up in my arms
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| You left me a voicemail, didn’t know I had a voicemail
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| Now I listen to it when I wanna hear your voice, girl
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| You’re my favorite type of smell that I have ever inhaled
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| You know you’re a star, know you’re a star, star, star
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| Girl, tell me all of your secrets
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| From the darkest to the deepest, uh
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| I would love to know what’s underneath those curls
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| I’ve got 21 questions
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| How could someone of your essence, uh
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| End up in my arms
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| Baby, bring the beat back in
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| Girl, girl, girl, girl
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| Girl, g-g-girl girl
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| End up in my- |