| Well you’ve messed around with all my friends
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| And everyone you’ve seen
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| You know you’re tryin' to ride the wild
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| When you mess around with me
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| And all my friends tell me they see
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| You out on the town
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| And they all look down upon you with some
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| Pity and a frown
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| Bankshot baby, saw through your eyes
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| See ya' run around with a thousand other guys
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| Tell them all your newly thought up lies
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| You don’t want to be wanted by someone else new
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| If you can’t show some love for me then
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| I don’t want to see you
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| Girl you got me runnin', why can’t you see?
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| Lately when I wake up it’s on the wrong side of the bed
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| And I know your voice distinctly, it reverberates my head
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| And all my friends tell me they see you out on the town
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| They see you’re tryin' to ride the wild, but
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| The word’s been passed around
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| Ride the wild baby, you like to ride all night
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| Ride the wild baby, I’m sure you’re not so tight
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| Come on baby, give me a try
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| You don’t want to be wanted, by someone else new
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| If you can’t trust a liar, then I don’t want to trust you
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| Girl you got me runnin', why can’t you see? |