| I’m almost conscious how ‘bout you?
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| I need a $ 12 juice and a little truth
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| You’ll have some small town trouble when this thing blows
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| I guess we got ‘em all talking when we got low
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| Got ‘em all talking when we got low
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| We might have been going too fast
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| All your boyfriends puffed up saying they wanna come and kick my ass
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| I wasn’t looking for love or trouble, just a place to crash
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| But then it’s me and you in Chicago in a king sized bed
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| I remember every move you made and every word you said
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| I pulled the feathers in your tail and I pet your wings
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| Got wild for the night and tried everything
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| Just a princess and a pauper in a bed for a king
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| We might have been going too fast
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| All your girlfriends whispering saying ain’t no way it’ll last
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| I’m taking the ride all the way even if we crash
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| So let it crash
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| So now it’s you and me baby in this beach side home
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| Try as I may I can’t leave you alone
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| They threw a whole lotta shade on our little fling
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| Gonna chase the shade away with a shiny little ring
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| Wait 'til they all get a look at your ring
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| We might going too fast
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| Everybody got something to say talking ‘bout it’ll never last
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| But it’s a helluva ride to take even if we crash
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| Even if we crash
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| Even if we crash
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| Yeah, even if we crash
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| We ain’t gonna crash |