| Make your mind up
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| Use your lips to slit my wrists
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Make your mind up
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| You got my heart between your hips
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Woke up in a parking lot
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| I can’t remember if I died or not
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| I got a new number in my phone
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| She was trouble from the very first song
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| And I thought I was gonna get lucky
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| Until her boyfriend sucker punch me
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| Out cold but it could’ve been worse
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| At least I got her number first
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| First thing I do is send a text, Hey
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| She text back says that was her ex
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| Say I could use a drink how about you
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| I know a little spot on fifth avenue
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| Well my head still hurt
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| From when I got leathered
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| But when I saw her you know I felt much better
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| Now I look back and I see what it was
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| Had to get knocked out just to fall in love
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| Make your mind up
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| Use your lips to slit my wrists
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Make your mind up
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| You got my heart between your hips
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Six months later and I’m in her grip
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| Like she had crack cocaine between her hips
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| Never was the type to get hooked on a chick
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| Usually I just hit it and then quit it pretty quick
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| Will they talk about the thrill of the chase
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| And I was chasing but I couldn’t keep pace
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| Plus every other dude and their mother was falling all over each other
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| To get her under the covers
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| In retrospect I’m just glad we were using a rubber
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| Tried to forget her mind over matter
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| But no matter what I did I couldn’t help but still love her
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| Make your mind up
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| Use your lips to slit my wrists
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Make your mind up
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| You got my heart between your hips
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Well I ain’t gonna lie there was drugs involved
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| I took some but she took 'em all
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| When she got caught well I took the fall
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| Locked up for a month up in Montreal
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| Peanut butter my jelly up in the mess hall
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| She didn’t visit or even taken that calls
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| I ain’t tough but I always stood tall
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| Peckerwood on the yard playing basketball
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| And when I got home she picked me up
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| Looking like a million bucks in another man’s truck
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| She gave me a ride and another in the back seat
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| Then she dropped me off on the next street
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| Never thought this could be something the could happen to me
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| She got me under the illusion I’m free
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| But my soul is in cuffs and she swallowed the key
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| Make your mind up
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| Use your lips to slit my wrists
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system
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| Make your mind up
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| You got my heart between your hips
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| Just make your mind up
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| So I can get you out my system, yeah |