| In my mind I still revisit that day
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| The day we met at the mall
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| When you smiled at me
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| Something in my stomach would crawl
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| I’m surprised I could talk
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| Especially for that long
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| 'Cause the truth is we didn’t have nothing in common, at all
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| I had stalked you for days
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| And not a sign of a flaw
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| I would stand when you walk, It’s a round of applause
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| You rubbed your hand on my arm
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| And every bit of me paused
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| Girl, you don’t know how much I tried not to be awkward
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| Ah shit
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| I still remember your outfit
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| And what’s embarrassing is that because it aroused me
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| Your jeans were a tight fit, imaginary crown fit
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| And you keep it shining like you can’t breathe without it
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| Ah shit
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| What kind of galaxy are you from?
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| Face beat, red-bottom shoes on
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| Fuck it all up, get your groove on
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| Flex on 'em, baby show 'em who’s boss
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| The way you turn me on it got me feeling alive
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| Ask me what my name is and I kind of forgot
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| I must be dreaming, I got a faith and I can’t get used to you
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| So can you come over to my house
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| We can stay up and talk
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| We can be who we are, in my house
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| We don’t have to worry 'bout nothing
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| 'Cause I give you everything
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| Okay, little mamma show me how you stole my heart
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| I wanna feel that again, ay
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| Subzero I freeze up again
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| I hear the beetles again, you
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| Thief in the brightest of day, me
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| Victim of third degree slay, God
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| Was playing them tricks on that day, damn
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| Your booty ain’t taking no breaks
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| Hold me hostage at your place
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| I won’t even try to escape
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| You let me get out of basis
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| Netflix and dick on your braces
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| It makes me happy to say this
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| I been had my eye on you since grade 6
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| The kids in school thought we was crazy
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| Now we holding hands in Mercedes
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| Woah oh oh
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| I give you everything |