| I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore
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| I’m tired of talkin' 'bout babies and diamond rings
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| I’m so sick of drivin' clear across town every night
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| From my place to yours, girl
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| I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore
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| Yeah, I’ve been thinkin' a lot
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| 'Bout goin' all-in on what we got
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| I got my eye on a twenty acre spot
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| With a fence in the dirt
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| Yeah, but first, girl
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| I wanna call up your dad
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| Spend all of my coffee can cash
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| And ask you, «What's it gonna be?»
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| Puttin' one knee on the floor
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore
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| Yeah, I don’t wanna have to wonder what it’s like
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| To hear you introduce yourself with my last name
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| See you floatin' down some out-of-town church
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| All dressed in white, girl
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| I don’t wanna have to wonder what it’s like
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| Yeah, I’ve been thinkin' a lot
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| 'Bout goin' all in on what we got
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| I got my eye on a twenty acre spot
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| With a fence in the dirt
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| Yeah but first, girl
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| I wanna call up your dad
|
| Spend all of my coffee can cash
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| And ask you «What's it gonna be?»
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| Puttin' one knee on the floor
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore, yeah
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| Oh, anymore, yeah
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| Yeah, I wanna get too sun burnt with ya
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| All inclusive in Hawaii
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| Right after I say my vows and kiss ya
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| Like no one else is watchin'
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| In front of God and everybody
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| Yeah, I’ve been thinkin' a lot
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| 'Bout goin' all in on what we got
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| I got my eye on a twenty acre spot
|
| With a fence in the dirt
|
| Yeah, but first, girl
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| I wanna call up your dad
|
| Spend all of my coffee can cash
|
| And ask you «What's it gonna be?»
|
| Puttin' one knee on the floor
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore
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| I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore, yeah
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| I don’t wanna be your boyfriend anymore |