| I wanna waste my love on you
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| What a silly thing to do
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| You’re much prettier than me
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| Sweetest things come off your lips
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| Makes me wanna be your bitch
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| In a theater on my knees
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| Yeah, you know I like to drink black coffee
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| 'Cause I’m way too dark for milk
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| So, tell me I’m not dreamin'
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| I like the way you see me
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| Yeah, no one ever sees me
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| I’m still a little bitter
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| I promise not to drop out
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| And when we’re on the way down
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| At least we wanna make out
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| That’s gotta mean something
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| I think my ex might shoot me dead
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| Or set fire to my bed
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| But not before I get him first
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| Hope you don’t end up like him
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| Another tragedy again
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| You’re the best for what it’s worth
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| And you know I like to drink black coffee
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| 'Cause I’m way too dark for milk
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| So, tell me I’m not dreaming
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| I like the way you see me
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| Yeah, no one ever sees me
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| I’m still a little bitter
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| I promise not to drop out
|
| And when we’re on the way down
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| At least we wanna make out
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| That’s gotta mean something
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| Sweetest things come off your lips
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| Makes me wanna be your bitch
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| In a theater on my knees |