| Look
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| Let’s pour another drink
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| Numb the pain
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| Emotionally detached, she said I’m numb to pain
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| You’re askin' what it’s like to love, I told her love’s a game
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| You learn that love is pain, then learn to love the pain
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| I got a purple heart, you got a purple heart
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| You think my work is art and I think you’re a work of art
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| But girl I can’t lie, you’re a gem and I ain’t even talkin' 'bout the star sign
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| You’re my superstar
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| You’re my wish into a shooting star
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| After hours, you’re my movie star, pop star
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| I got you singin' like a rockstar
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| McCartney, she interstellar like Jupiter
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| You had a shift today, cancel that
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| I booked a flight, let’s go and catch a tan or take you out to Hakkasan
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| You’ve had a couple boyfriends but never had a man
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| I’ll catch him at a traffic jam
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| Red light, Amsterdam if he tries to disrespect
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| But fuck them man, let’s blow a bag on Chanel and get all them niggas vexxed
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| On some different flow
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| Actin' like you didn’t know a nigga’s soul
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| Gary Coleman, I got them Different Strokes
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| You throw it back and now I’m matchin' your rhythm
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| In missionary I’m a man on a mission to make your legs shake
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| To make you feel it in your stomach and your chestplate
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| Until the next day, you give me head until your head aches
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| I heard a saying, «You get fast, it never lasts»
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| Forget pain, there’s no club inside of a deck of cards
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| You gave your heart to a joker, now you can try a king
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| You play it close to the chest, you gotta check or pass
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| And a purple heart, wow, you got a purple heart
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| You think my work is art and I think you’re a work of art
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| I asked her, «Can you do it like the last time?»
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| She said, «I can sir and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the star sign» |