| Black and white zigzag floor
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| But I won’t make it past the front door
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| Of that I’m sure
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| Because I couldn’t give a fuck about a dress code
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| I’ve always been too scared of drugs
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| Just for a second there I’ve taken too much
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| And if I fall in love
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| That might be the end of us
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| Are you still in love
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| Even though you told me I was never enough?
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| Are you still in love with me?
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| A-class latex dreams
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| Triples on the rocks and all the other bad things that we do
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| We know we should not
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| You’re a ticking time bomb
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| A hurricane in a little red thong
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| And all you want is to find somewhere that you belong
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| Black and white bathroom walls
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| Old mirror table that has witnessed it all
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| Of that I’m sure
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| Or maybe just a lot of nostrils
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| They all say that I’m bad, bad luck
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| But if you don’t give a fuck, put your fucking hands up
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| 'Cause if I’m bad luck
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| What’s that make the two of us?
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| Are you still in love
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| Even though you told me I was never enough?
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| Are you still in love with me?
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| A-class latex dreams
|
| Triples on the rocks and all the other bad things that we do
|
| We know we should not
|
| You’re a ticking time bomb
|
| A hurricane in a little red thong
|
| And all you want is to find somewhere that you belong
|
| A-class latex dreams
|
| Triples on the rocks and all the other bad things that we do
|
| We know we should not
|
| You’re a ticking time bomb
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| A hurricane in a little red thong
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| And all you want is to find somewhere that you belong |