| This is a confession from a man on the cover
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| 'Cause things aren’t really what they seem to appear
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| So don’t just stand with your mouth open wide
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| 'Cause nobody else are gonna come help me know, hey
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| Give me your
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh-oh, give me your
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| Give me your (Uhh)
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| Give me your keys to your house, give me all that you got
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| Just leave it up to me before get hot
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| schoolboy lost in a world of emotions
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| is running, it’s running out of time, oh
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, give me your
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| Come on and give me your
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| Give me your
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| And cut loose
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| So don’t take a second, look back over your shoulder
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| Tell your mama you’re doing alright
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| So mama will know, just throw away your television
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| Your box of emotions will make up your decision
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| Come on, come on, come on and give me your
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, and give me your
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| Yay, give me your
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| Come on, give me all those sweet hands
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| Now give me your
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, give me your
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| Give me your
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| Hey, give me your
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| Start living |