| Coming up, really thought I was caught on a wave
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| Hit and run when it’s done got me feeling a way, oh
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| And cutting up trouble is double the fun these days
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| And I’m getting withdrawal though it makes me sick to say
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| 'Cause every time you touch
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| It’s like a sugarush, but
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| It’s bittersweet
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| I seen those other girls that you meet, well
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| Don’t leave me high and dry
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| Don’t want no temporary high, baby
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| I want relief, honey stick to me
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| 'Cause it’s just like sugar
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| Grab a cup, fill it up like gasoline
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| Gotta kill what you’re fuelling inside of me, oh
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| And I ain’t usually like this, I ain’t got the time to waste
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| But it’s something 'bout the way you taste to me, so sweet
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| My honey, know you know what I mean
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| Ah, my blood runs a darker shade of blue for you
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| Ah, I hate it but it’s true
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| 'Cause every time you touch
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| It’s like a sugarush, but
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| It’s bittersweet
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| I seen those other girls that you meet, well
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| Don’t leave me high and dry
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| Don’t want no temporary high baby
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| I want relief, honey stick to me
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| 'Cause it’s just like sugar |
| 'Cause every time you touch
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| It’s like a sugarush, but
|
| It’s bittersweet
|
| I seen those other girls that you meet, well
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| Don’t leave me high and dry
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| Don’t want no temporary high baby
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| I want relief, honey stick to me
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| 'Cause it’s just like sugar |