| I better safety pin my psyche
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| Before the padded walls close in
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| I watched a plane crash almost nightly
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| I shouldn’t have asked the earth to spin
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| I, I thought that love was a tight dress
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| And I gotta make sure that you’re horny
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| The thoughts between bemused and numb
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| Infatuation lasts 'til morning
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| And then my name falls off your tongue
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| And I, I thought that love was a tight dress
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| It never looked so good on me
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| I never came to my senses, no
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| I let my senses come to me
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| Oh beautiful thing
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| I’m begging you, please
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| The prime of your youth
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| Don’t waste it on me
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| A man of my age
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| Shouldn’t shake in his boots
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| A list of mistakes
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| Not one of them’s cute
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| And I
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| I thought that love was a tight dress
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| It never looked so good on me
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| I never came to my senses, no
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| I let my senses come to me
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| I never came to my senses, no no no
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| I let my senses come to me
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| I gotta make sure that you like me
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| The quotes and lies that flee my mouth
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| The infant hands that sewed my Nikes
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| And everything I’m leaving out |