| You turn me on, I turn you on
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| We only talk talk talk when we’re drunk
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| And we’re so played out (?)
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| It’s a rush, dangerous
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| Always get so close, never touch
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| And my head hits like woah
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| Baby, don’t stop now
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| It’s so simple the way
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| We should be physical
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| But she’s cynical
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| I keep chasing her
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| 'Cause I know you love me better than I know myself
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| I’m asking you for help
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| We’re not gonna keep finding the words
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| ‘Cause I know you love me better than I know myself
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| Feel like I’m asking you for help
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| So I keep chasing her, her, her, hr
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| Skin to skin, just a dress
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| Been a bad bad boy, I confess
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| That I want you know
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| And I want you
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| Oh
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| It’s so simple th way
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| We should be physical
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| But she’s cynical
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| I keep chasing her
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| ‘Cause I know you love me better than I know myself
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| I’m asking you for help
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| We’re not gonna keep finding the words
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| So I keep chasing her, her, her, her
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| Her, her, her, her
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| Her, her, her, her
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| I keep chasing her
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| ‘Cause I know you love me better than I know myself
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| I’m asking you for help
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| We’re not gonna keep finding the words |
| ‘Cause I know you love me better than I know myself
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| Still asking you for help
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| So I keep chasing her, her, her, her
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| Her, her, her, her
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| Her, her, her, her
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| Her, her, her, her |