| Seriously man
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| Like you know when you’ve got a good girl
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| Well you know when she means something to you
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| When you’ve got like a name
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| Like I had a name for this girl
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| I used to call her lady bird (here we go again)
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| Cos she always played red
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| In Connect Four (here we, here we go again)
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| Link 'em and then leave then 'em high
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| I’ve been tellin' all my man’s for time
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| Link 'em and then leave 'em high
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| They never take my advice
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| But now I realise, I realise why
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| They have not been listening all this time
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| Cos since I linked you, last night
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| I won’t be taking my advice
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| Look, I call her nite nite
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| Cos it seems from the day right to the bright light
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| That I like her too much to say bye-bye
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| And we were getting on fine right
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| I don’t wanna spoil it
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| I don’t know why
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| I can’t commit to girls
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| And I tell white lies
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| I’ll find out the hard way cos shes got my favourite smile
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| My favourite style, the first hotel, my favourite time
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| But late and we could have a baby maybe
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| A baby boy my favourite child
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| I’m way too tired, my favourite lie
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| My verse I’m so sure her favourite rhyme
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| The windows are steamed up it’s shaking time
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| Wait we’re way too bait
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| I bought her her favourite shoes (well they better be)
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| And shes even my favourite size
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| And she knows I hate holding hands and I’m hooded up when its bait inside
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| So I guess shes my favourite right
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| Right, Cos nothing comes close to you
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| So numbers no boys are taking yours
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| And no girls are taking mine
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| Groupies? |
| Fuck that, I’m taking time
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| We speak from like 8 till late at night
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| When we gets on top, drop my favourite line (girl I ain’t going nowhere)
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| I plain ain’t going nowhere
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| But, I like you, and it might take some time
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| But really I’m like
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| Here we go again
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| I call her sometimes, and I wake her up at some dumb times
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| Touch my phone and her number my thumb finds
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| Cos shes ideal like a nice meal, and a night in with a nice film
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| Maybe some wine, maybe sometime we could
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| Hold hands in the park in the sunshine
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| Be patient with me if I’ve got three raves in a week
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| Or in the studio away for a week
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| One day we can book a vacation and leave
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| But please, no drama
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| I don’t need beef like Shane, Forbe, Fabian and Dean
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| I’m just focused on making the peas
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| Braking the team, chasing the dream
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| I ain’t on the street, maybe sometimes
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| But you can’t say I don’t make enough time
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| We speak every day and meet every week
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| But I don’t know maybe its me
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| You got it planned out
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| I don’t make plans
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| You know me I wait and I see
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| But if we were together or even now if we weren’t sort of, but were together
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| Would you be faithful to me, treat me with a sarnie and make me a tea
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| Come link me late, wake up from sleep and still look hot like 80 degrees
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| And you know I never say that sort of thing
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| See? |
| That’s an angel to me
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| I wouldn’t have said that before, you get me?
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| Like… she’s making me weak
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| Oh my, my, ow
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| Baby we could do this again sometime
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| I even had a special name for you
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| It’s 'Long Baby', cos you always on my mind, yeah
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| I’ll tell you straight, so straight, yeah
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| I won’t tell my mates (won't tell my mates)
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| No, no, I know, No, I know
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| Yeah I like you baby
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| Here we go
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| Here we go again
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| Here we
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| Here we go again |