| Boot on the start line, pistol in the air
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| 'Quila in the glass and a cold, dead stare
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| Two minutes in baby, make your move
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| If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you
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| I ain’t waitin' on you, no
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| I ain’t waitin' for you
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| I jump the gun
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| Oh here I go again
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| I’m the one
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| Don’t know when to say when
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| Here for fun, I wasn’t looking for a friend
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| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun
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| Whoa whoa whoa whoa
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| Checkers on the flag, time to pay the tab
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| Hoppin' in a cab, it’s time to be bad
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| Cigarette smoke, lipstick on your face
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| My place or yours, I’m good either way
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| Oh, babe, my meter’s runnin'
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| Oh, baby, are you coming?
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| I jump the gun
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| Oh here I go again
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| I’m the one
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| Don’t know when to say when
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| Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
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| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because
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| I jump the gun
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| Oh here I go again
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| I’m the one
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| Don’t know when to say when
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| Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
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| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun
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| Whoa whoa whoa whoa (I jumped the gun)
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| (One, two, three)
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| Woke up in the morning, pounding in my head
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| Three empty bottles, no sheets on the bed
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| Baby rolled over and this is what he said
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| He said: «Babe I think I love you»
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| Oh, I jump the gun
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| Oh here I go again
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| I’m the one
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| Don’t know when to say when
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| Here for fun, I wasn’t looking for a friend
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| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I
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| Jumped the gun
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| Oh, here I go again
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| I’m the one
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| Don’t know when to say when
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| Here for fun, I wasn’t looking for a friend
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| Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because
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| I couldn’t keep in my pocket
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| Lit the fuse to the rocket
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| And I’m sinnin' while I’m winnin'
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| That’s the end and the beginning
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| And we’ll see the rising sun
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| Because I jumped the gun
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| Whoa whoa
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| I jumped the gun
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| Whoa whoa
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| Boot on the start line, pistol in the air
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| 'Quila in the glass, oh here I go again |