| I could be with anyone
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| Just while the honeymoon burns bright
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| No electricity that keeps things light
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| I’m not saying that it’s right
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| I’m not saying that it’s always right
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| I’m just saying that it’s not a lie
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| 'Cause I can talk to anyone
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| Care just enough about our wounded pride
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| A ballerina dreams a lead foot life
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| A sugar daddy and his clueless wife
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| And I know that it’s not right
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| I just don’t always know how or why
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| So I can stick to anyone
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| At least for a little while
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| A caffeinated stream of cartoon smiles
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| And conversations sharp and deep
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| A tempting sample of who I could be
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| Without the broken glasses waiting underneath
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| So I’d walk soft if I were you
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| You could cut up your feet
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| For now it’s just what I am
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| But it’s not what I’ll be, oh hopefully
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| See I’m in love with everyone
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| Every sweetheart on the scene
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| Each set of cheekbones that’ll flare past me
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| I’m not saying that it’s right
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| And I’m not saying it’s a life
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| I’m just saying it’s where I’m at tonight
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| And I could be with anyone… |