| You took a hair from my head and wrapped it round my little finger
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| We watched it turn from white to red, you said «I don’t think you love her.»
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| And I don’t know what I would do
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| If I got you in my bedroom
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| I don’t know what I would do
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| I’d probably choke on you
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| You couldn’t wipe the smile from my face
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| I heard you took your drugs off the hip of some prick one lonely summer?
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| We spoke in self-important tongues, I said «Yeah, as if I’d touch her.»
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| And I don’t know what I would do
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| If I got you in my bedroom
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| I don’t know what I would do
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| I’d probably choke on you
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| You couldn’t wipe the smile from my face
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| And when you’re done, lick me up
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| It’s not love, it’s just a goddamn disgrace
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| I took a hair from your head and wrapped it round your middle finger
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| «Sometimes I wish that I was dead.»
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| «Oh please! |
| As if I’d ever let ya.»
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| And I don’t know what I could do…
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| But I’d choke on you
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| You couldn’t wipe the smile from my face
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| And when you’re done, lick me up
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| It’s not love, it’s just a goddamn disgrace
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| If I can’t sleep, then it’s your fault
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| It’s your fault I’m the wreck I am
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| And if I can’t speak, then it’s your fault
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| And I miss you more than I can stand
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| But I don’t know
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| I want to choke on you |