| Maybe it’s your bad girl, underneath that sweet smile
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| Like a peek of black lace that nobody but me sees
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| Just a trace of all the possibilities
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| Maybe it’s the quarter moon, maybe it’s the quart of wine
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| That we haven’t even touched yet, baby don’t need it
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| Everything you’re doing, girl is my weakness
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| I’m not good at not kissin' again
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| When you’re leanin' it on in a little closer
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| I’m not good at not getting sidetracked
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| When your tank top strap’s slippin' off of your shoulder
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| Oh-oh, girl, I try to be, but I ain’t that tough
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| I’m not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love
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| You know what you’re doin' girl
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| You know what it does to me
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| When you turn on that song, and turn the lights down
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| Baby I’m gone, before the part about you
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| Dancin' in slow motion with my hands on your hips
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| Now you got me going right where I can’t resist
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| I’m not good at not kissin' again
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| When you’re leanin' it on in a little closer
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| I’m not good at not getting sidetracked
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| When your tank top strap’s slipping off of your shoulder
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| Oh-oh girl, I try to be, but I ain’t that tough
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| I’m not good at not fallin' in love, fallin' in love, fallin' in love |