| Curiosity killed me, asking questions sure done fooled the cat
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| What’s ya number, what’s ya name, where the hell do you be at?
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| We should just be past this, thought I said the last time
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| You ain’t got a reason to be up and out at midnight
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| You melt in the rain, whether a witch or made of sugar
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| Surely you would know that you’re one hell of a looker
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| And every time you look around it seems like one for the books
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| With a face that makes me sing alladeez hooks
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| It must be something in the water you drink
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| I bet your mother is a milf or something else
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| And I know when I use my eyes to peep these beautiful things
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| I can’t ever put this story on the shelf
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| «It must be something in the water I drink
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| They call my mother a milf, or something else»
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| Cause you got me thinking this art
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| Thinking lovey dovey stuff ain’t this hard
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| I’m hoping that you miss me or at least my kissed heart
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| You’re just the one and I couldn’t ever want a restart
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| We could play forever, just keep shuffling up these cards
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| I’m an eyesore and an ear sore and yet you still deal with me
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| If that’s not love then tell me what the hells the equivalent
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| I’m hoping that you still stay with me and end up my boo
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| And if you truly think you love me well then I love you too
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| It must be something in the water you drink
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| I bet your mother is a milf or something else
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| And I know when I use my eyes to peep these beautiful things
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| I can’t ever put this story on the shelf |