| It doesn’t make you a slut
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| Cuz baby you can fuck whomever you want
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| It just makes it more complicated
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| But that’s a lot of sex
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| That’s sixty-four dicks before
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| You ever put your hand on mine
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| I wish you would’ve lied
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| Cuz now I have to face the fact
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| That I was number sixty-five
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| I know it isn’t fair
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| For me to judge your past
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| You’ve got way more bags
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| Than one boy could unpack
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| What were you hoping to find
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| Lying on your back
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| Instant self esteem achieved
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| Through penetration
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| I wish you would have lied
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| Cuz now I can’t erase the fact
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| That I was your number sixty-five
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| Was I adequate did I seem out of it
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| Was I good did I touch you the way you wanted
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| How do I stack up did I hold out long enough
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| Was I alright did I fuck you the way you liked
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| I guess I was just another guy
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| Guess I’ll always be your sixty-five
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| Guess I was just another dick
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| Guess you were just another chick
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| I wonder if you’re still waiting to be found
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| I wonder what number you’re up to now |