| Girlfriend
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| I don’t have that
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| So I turn to
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| The internet
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| Your shit (Your shit)
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| Yeah, I found it
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| And I love you
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| In that outfit
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| Your face is so fine
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| Your body’s a ten
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| I’m probably less
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| Maybe like a seven, with the right filter…
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| I wanna see a picture of your situation
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| I’m afraid that I’m just another victim of a generation
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| It’s a part of me, it’s vanity, and honestly, I can’t shake it
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| I wanna see you naked
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| I wanna treat you like a-
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| Girlfriend
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| A companion
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| And I feel you
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| But it’s my hand (Hahahaha!)
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| Woman
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| I’m creepin' (I'm creepin')
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| I don’t know you
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| In person
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| Your face is so fine
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| Your body’s a ten
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| I’m probably less
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| That’s a little fuckin' harsh, isn’t it?
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| I wanna see you shaking in your boots
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| Sucking on your fingers to music I made
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| So you could fuck me to it
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| It’s a fantasy, probably, but honestly, I can’t shake it
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| I see the way you love it
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| I want a picture of it
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| Oh my God, I’m gonna fucking throw up
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| Oh, so vain
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| Woman, behave
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| Oh, so vain
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| Woman, behave
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| I think I’ve seen enough of this
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| I’m gettin' curious
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| And rumor is your boyfriend
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| He can’t commit to shit
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| So let me taste that Ritz kiss
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| Because I’m dapper, and I’m a man of stature
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| You let me be your master
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| I’ll let you fuck me after
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| I’m sick of lurking on your shit like I’m a fucking loser
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| I’m closing my computer, I’m comin' over to ya
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| I wanna see you naked
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| I wanna feel you naked
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| I wanna cut you open
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| I wanna taste your blood
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| My face is a five
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| Your body’s a ten
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| I don’t give a shit
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| Your face is so fine
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| Your body’s a ten
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| I’m probably less
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| Girlfriend |