| You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room
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| Flashing those eyes like highway signs
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| Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder
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| I just wanna feel your lips against my skin
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| White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the nightlife
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| You told me this is right where it begins
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| But your lips hang heavy underneath me
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| And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me
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| I’m trying not to let it show, that I don’t want to let this go
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| Is there somewhere you can meet me?
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| 'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings
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| And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing
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| You’re writing lines about me, romantic poetry
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| Your girl’s got red in her cheeks
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| 'Cause we’re something she can’t see
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| And I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain
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| All I do is cry and complain, because second’s not the same
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| I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight
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| I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight
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| You’re looking like you fell in love tonight
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| Could we pretend that we’re in love?
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| I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight
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| I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight
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| You’re looking like you fell in love tonight
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| Could we pretend that we’re in love? |