| Turn me on turn me off then you turn me back on by the weekend
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| And you won’t say the words that I want but you flirt when you’re drinkin'
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| I see those bubbles pop up like you’re texting then they disappear
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| Lets cut through the shit then let’s get to what we’re doing here
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| Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
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| Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
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| Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next
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| forty years
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| Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand
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| Yeah, I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
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| Put my name on your lips call me yours and forget all this drama
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| Your makeup is next to my toothbrush but you never put it away on the shelf
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| I’m asking you baby 'cause i’m tired of asking myself
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| Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
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| Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number on a hand
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| Are we last call kissing, are we dancing in the kitchen, baby tell me what it
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| is or what it isn’t
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| Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand
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| Are we just a backseat, tryna get it while we can
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| Are we names in a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand
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| Are we last call kissing or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next
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| forty years
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| Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand
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| Are we written in the stars baby, or are we written in the sand |