| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| You’re making me so, so comfortable
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| See through my innocent soul
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| We’re locked in this garage
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| You’re playing all my parts
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| Come make me a star
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| Can I practice on you?
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| Can you practice on me to?
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| Girl, you give me the blues
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| Can I practice on you?
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| Can you practice on me to?
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| Girl, you give me the blues
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| I got love for you, I got lot for you
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| I got something for you, can I get something in return?
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| I got love for you, I got lot for you
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| I got something for you, can I get something in return? |
| (Ooh)
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| Can I practice on you?
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| Can you practice on me to?
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| Girl, you give me the blues
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| Ooh, I got love for me too
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| And I know it’s just us two
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| And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh
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| Symphonies in blue, remind me of you
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| And the road is running out and that’s fine
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| Yeah, I want you, you, you
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| That’s old me
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| If you ain’t gang, gang, gang don’t approach me
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| Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe
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| I can’t say I got offended when you stole me
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| I think we went to war last night
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| My mission was to catch your eye
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| I think I made it do what it do
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| But it wasn’t what it was when you caught that flight
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| And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad
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| I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way
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| Woah, woah, but you still my woe
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| Kiss away all my woes, woah
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| If she golden, prolly go then
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| I might slide on your bitch for the trophy
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| And I’m falling in slow motion |