| Momma said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
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| Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
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| But with you, I can’t resist
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| Before I met you, I never felt good enough
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| Before I let you, in, I’d already given up
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| Left on read, no reply, left me just wondering why
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| Now I’m skeptical of love
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| So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
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| So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me
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| Momma said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
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| Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
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| But with you, I can’t resist
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| Maybe momma doesn’t always know best
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| I’m terrified, but I’ll never let you know
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| Social suicide, if I ever let it show
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| Everything feels just right
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| We fall in place, we fall in line
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| I’ll never let you go
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| So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part?
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| So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart?
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| When you say you want me
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| Is it all of me?
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| Momma said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
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| Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
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| But with you, I can’t resist
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| Maybe momma doesn’t always know best
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| So when you hold me, am I the only one?
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| Do you wanna know me, or is this all just for fun?
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| Momma said there’d be boys like you
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| Tearing my heart in two, doing what you do, best
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| Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
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| But with you, I can’t resist
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| Maybe momma doesn’t always know best
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| Too good to be true, doing what you do, best
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| Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies
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| But for you I’ll take the risk |