| She wanna kick it, little bit of soccer
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| Met her at the party with a little bit of vodka
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| Said that I got to stop her
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| And you know she playing with my heart
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| Yeah she’s something like a doctor
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| And then she started giving me a look
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| And I think she got me open like I’m literally a book
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| Go somewhere private
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| And she’s something like a crook
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| 'Cause my heart is what she took
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| And I said this might sound psycho
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| But I just need for you to back it up like a typo
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| Don’t you be sad 'cause you bad like Michael
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| And I think there’s a place in this party that we might go
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| And then she put my hand up on her waist
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| Gave me a kiss, gave me a taste
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| Yeah, so now we’re laying in the bed
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| One shot to the head
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| And this is what she said
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| Please wrap your drunken arms around me
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| And I’ll let you call me yours tonight
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| Cause slightly broken’s just what I need
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| And if you give me what I want
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| Then I’ll give you what you like
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| It’s been a couple weeks and she coming over
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| You can bet a couple dollars that she ain’t sober
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| When it was over she wanted me to hold her
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| Might’ve said that I love her can’t remember what I told her 'cause
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| I was gone, I was gone, I was gone
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| If love were nothing right then fuck it baby I’m wrong
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| Feeling on her body just touching on her thong
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| Condom and sex now it’s time to get it on
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| And first she gon' tell me that she miss me
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| And then I bet she prolly tries to kiss me
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| And then she gon' tell me that she’s tipsy
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| In a status of relationship it really gets iffy
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| Need to to make her come home
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| A little bit of the Jack makes sure she comes back
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| Yeah, so now we’re laying in the bed
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| Two shots to the head
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| And this is what she said
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| Please tell me I’m your one and only
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| Or lie, and say at least tonight
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| I’ve got a brand new cure for lonely
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| And if you give me what I want
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| Then I’ll give you what you like
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| She told me you’re the one that I need bad
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| I’m thinking to myself girl you need some rehab
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| And then I go and think about what we had
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| And I get upset and I can’t help her be mad
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| I don’t know what got her sicker
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| Don’t know if it’s the love or the liquor
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| I’m stuck to her like the back of a sticker
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| And then I’m feeling guilty while I’m zipping up my zipper
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| Yeah, I just need to know
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| Is this what you prefer (prefer)
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| Last night you were a mess
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| Know you can’t find your dress
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| So remember where you were (were)
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| I know that I love you (love you)
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| Wish I hated you instead (instead)
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| So now we’re laying in the bed
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| No shots to the head
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| And this is what she said
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| Emotions aren’t that hard to borrow
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| When love’s the word you never learned
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| And in a room of empty bottles
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| If you don’t give me what I want
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| Then you’ll get what you deserve
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| When you turn off the lights
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| I get stars in my eyes
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| Is this love?
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| Maybe someday
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| I’ve got the scene in my head
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| I’m not sure how it ends
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| Is it love?
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| Maybe one day |