| Well, well look at you
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| Little miss has to pick the wounds
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| And that’s so literal, and your so critical
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| Well if you feel like the scars and your cold you can saddle
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| I’m a man not a hand that, a friend not a servant
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| If you help me and ride
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| I wouldn’t call this dating
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| Ill get to know you the hard way
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| Like seriously that’s what they say
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| Well, well, well with a woman like you who needs to get out of bed
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| Well, well, well with a woman like you who needs to have any friends
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| Come whisper in my ear, secret so profound ill forget to write it down
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| Now left here with, the memory of the best and worst thing ill ever love
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| I wouldn’t call this dating
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| Ill get to know you the hard way
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| Like seriously that’s what they say
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| I wouldn’t call this dating
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| Ill get to know you the hard way
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| Like seriously that’s what they say
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| I wouldn’t call this dating
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| Ill get to know you the hard way
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| Like seriously that’s what they say
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| I wouldn’t call this dating
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| Ill get to know you the hard way
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| Like seriously that’s what they say
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| That’s what they say
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| Some things will never change
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| Some things will never
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess
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| Aren’t we the perfect mess |