| Venus fly trap mate, there’s nothing worse than them
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| That’s what I’m thinking, waking up at her’s again
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| Babe’s a fucking perfect 10, gave it up the first attempt
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| So fluid you would think it was a rehearsed event
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| You gotta wake up and excuse my aura
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| Why do I make up an excuse to create distance just to later make up an excuse
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| to call her?
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| You don’t love me no more baby
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| I’m gonna sing you a love prayer
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| To work it out you don’t need scholarships to colleges
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| I think she knows, but to acknowledge it’s just politics so what is this?
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| It’s a game called rise and shine, let me show you;
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| I rise, you shine
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| She laughs 'cause that genuinely is my most romantic line
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| I suppose it’s necessary to set that tone
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| I have a wash there and brush my teeth when I get back home
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| And I hate doing that shit
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| Scared to see someone I know on the way in case they force me into a game I
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| don’t want to play called small talk
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| But expectations are the tall sort, could fall short
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| It’s exciting knowing that you rushed at first
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| But, now it makes sense to leave a toothbrush at hers
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| Now a toothbrush is a visual signpost that will stick out like a sore thumb
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| when I’m ghost
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| We both know I’ll be back tonight
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| She’s not a drama queen; |
| she’s acting right
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow (But she’s acting right)
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| You don’t love me no more baby
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| I’m gonna sing you a love prayer
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| A toothbrush is a symbol, saying I’ll be back
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| And we both know the nature of how we chat
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| We’ve both got interests in having no strings attached
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| And this can only work when those things are matched
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| It’s the same reason you won’t go on the pill
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| We got a vibe that you don’t want to kill
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| And why would you be taking more strong hormones when you’re on your jones in
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| this moron’s war zone?
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| That condom looks like an analogy for your life right now
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| Small transfer from the sperm back but otherwise empty
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| I love your thighs plenty but other thighs tempt me
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| This is so unfair
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| I know the peace it gives you just to know I’m there
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| Tell myself you know what it is and you’re doing your thing
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| But I know what I’m not there, there’s no one there
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| I’m gentle when I stroke your face
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| Aggressive when I cut your arse
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| 'Cause I want you to love every touch I’ve mastered, I’m such a bastard
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| Such a bastard
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| But how much time I got to spend watching you sleep
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| (Good lord, good lord, good lord)
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| Before I admit that I’m in too deep?
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| How much peace you gotta get from the sound of my breath
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| (Good lord, good lord, good lord)
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| Before you accept that you’re out of your depth?
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| I can accept you thinking, I’m now a side-man
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| (Good lord, good lord, good lord)
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| So I’ll leave, like the coward I am
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| You don’t love me no more baby
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| I’m gonna sing you a love prayer
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| Good lord, just let me see tomorrow
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| You don’t love me no more baby
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| I’m gonna sing you a love prayer
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| Good lord, good lord, good lord
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| Good lord, good lord, good lord
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| Good lord, good lord, good lord
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| You call me straight after the break-up, of course I take up the cause
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| Next day we don’t wake up at yours
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| You like my indifference and miss his love and respect
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| But can’t tell the difference when kisses cover your neck
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| It’s been a while
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| Just enough time to simmer down
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| You probably wonder if I’ve been around
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| But we don’t do history, I’ve missed you, I know you’ve missed me
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| You took the time to cook a nice meal
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| I’m trying to play it cool but you’re looking nice still
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| I wonder if this is all a formality
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| A weak excuse to call it normality, 'cause stating certain facts isn’t allowed
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| We need something to stage the following accident around
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| When one of our backs is to the ground
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| And I suppose this starts with access to the lounge
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| She’ll come, she will
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| It’s something
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| You’re not a superstar
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| Don’t just go away
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| The illusions been shattered, now we’re breaking stuff
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| I didn’t see this coming but I doubt we’re making love tonight |
| 'Cause I don’t know if that’s a good idea
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| But then again, should I care?
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| Either way it doesn’t take a genius to see
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| The only thing standing between us is me
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| Now I’m trying to think clearly as far as I can help it
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| 'Cause I wanna go digging but I can’t find a helmet
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| Then she just bit my shoulder
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| I could see this shit was over
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| I flipped her over, gripped her
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| Told her what she had to hear
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| Slapped her ear, grabbed her hair, maintained a tight grasp
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| She absorbed whatever she gained from my clasp
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| Closed her eyes and gave a slight gasp, why ask?
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| She took it upon herself to pull the thong to the side
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| It’s my move next, I’m taking long to decide
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| 'Cause I never brought no condoms along for the ride
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| But the forces are playing too strong to deny
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| The joke is; |
| her legs are making me stand
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| But it’s a dictatorship to conquer the vibe
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| See, right now she’s under supply
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| Is it really wrong to provide?
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| Well, it was fine the last time we was naked and sworn to secrecy
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| No herpes, no babies, just breaking the laws of decency
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| She’ll come, she will
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| It’s something
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| You’re not a superstar
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| Don’t just go away
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| But I tell myself wait, now don’t be dumb
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| If he ain’t the only one, you ain’t the only one
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| And if she knows she’s got something, she’s got nothing to lose
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| Alarms ringing, but there’s no stop button or snooze
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| If all of a sudden I wanna use protection
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| She can choose to question, there’s no suggestion
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| And if I’m wrong, I could lose the sex
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| And chances are she’s recently juiced her ex
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| Now what if they broke up because he gets around?
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| Then I can’t be sure who I’m sexing now
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| It could indirectly be all the skets in town
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| Fuck, look at this ratchet list
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| Then again, look at this woman’s attractiveness
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| She looks good in a backless dress
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| But bare back, that’s just stress
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| That’s just stress
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| She’ll come, she will
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| These are the things the force didn’t let me say
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| I thought all of this while I did it anyway
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| It’s something
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| You’re not a superstar
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| (Yeah)
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| Don’t just go away |