| Sit around the fire as I tell my storie
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| About this female that was for sale, at least not for me
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| I saw her at the bar, across the dance floor
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| I said I like your style, she said I was a whore
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| Don’t get me wrong I don’t mean to be rude you just
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| Try’in to pin me with this, attitude
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| I said, no no no, you got it mixed up
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| Cause the girl was insane
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| So I followed up with
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| You got something over me
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| You got me crazy that I just can’t breathe
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| But you don’t wanna give it to me
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| I, I, I, I
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| I say okay
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| No way
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| Went home right after to my, lonely bed
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| Replayed the conversation situation, in my head
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| I got you phone number from a distant friend
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| And you picked up, I hung up, I called aging
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| I finally say hi, you say how’d you get this number screaming
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| It’s not me it’s your friendly prank caller
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| And every day since I have seen you since
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| I tried to let you understand cause I am convinced that
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| You got something over me
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| You got me crazy that I just can’t breathe
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| But you don’t wanna give it to me
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| I, I, I, I
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| I say okay
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| No way |