| You look gold in the sunlight
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| Put your burning heat on me
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| You want it hotter every night
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| But you’re bad for a reason
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| 'Cause you know that I need ya
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| I can see that you’re teasing me
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| You know I wanna believe ya
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| But you’re bad for a reason
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| You touch my lips
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| I can’t breathe, no
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| So dangerous
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| I can’t get out
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| You burn my skin but it feels nice
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| I can’t work it out 'cause
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| Every day you either love or hate me
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| Kiss goodnight, only sometimes maybe
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| Know exactly what to do with my body, oh
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| Every time I try to walk away, you
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| Pull me back again, straight back into
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| Doing the things that I don’t normally do
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| Oh that’s the trouble with you, you
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| That’s the trouble with you
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| That’s the trouble with you, you
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| That’s the trouble with you
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| 'Cause you’re fixed but you’re broken
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| So you always lean on me
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| You’re closed but you’re open
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| You’re bad for a reason
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| You touch my lips
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| I can’t breathe, no
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| So dangerous
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| I can’t get out
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| You burn my skin but it feels nice
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| I can’t work it out 'cause
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| Every day you either love or hate me
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| Kiss goodnight, only sometimes maybe
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| Know exactly what to do with my body, oh
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| Every time I try to walk away, you
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| Pull me back again, straight back into
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| Doing the things that I don’t normally do
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| Oh that’s the trouble with you, you
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| That’s the trouble with you
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| That’s the trouble with you, you
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| That’s the trouble with you
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| Every day you either love or hate me
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| Kiss goodnight, only sometimes maybe
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| Know exactly what to do with my body, oh
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| Every time I try to walk away, you
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| Pull me back again, straight back into
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| Doing the things that I don’t normally do
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| Oh that’s the trouble with you, you
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| That’s the trouble with you
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| That’s the trouble with you, you
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| That’s the trouble with you |