| Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down
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| You’ve got too much talent
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| I see you through those bloodshot eyes
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| There’s a cure, you’ve found it
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| Slow motion, sparks you caught that chill
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| Now don’t deny it
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| But boys will be boys oh, yes they will
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| They don’t want to define it
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| Just give up the game and get into me
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| If you’re looking for thrills, then get cold feet
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| Oh no, I do not hook up, up
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| I go slow, so if you want me
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| I don’t come cheap
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| Keep your thing in your pants
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| And your heart on your sleeve
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| Oh no, I do not hook up, up
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| I fall deep
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| 'Cause the more that you try
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| The harder I’ll fight
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| To say goodnight
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| I can’t cook, no but I can clean
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| Up the mess you left
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| Lay your head down
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| And feel the beat as I kiss
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| Your forehead, this may not last
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| But this is now
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| So love the one you’re with
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| You wanna chase
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| But you’re chasing your tail
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| Quick fix won’t ever get you well
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| 'Cause I feel the distance between us
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| Could be over with a snap of your fingers
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| Oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| Oh, sweetheart
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| Put the bottle down
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| 'Cause you don’t
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| Wanna miss out |