| I know your type, black lights and leather tights
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| You’re black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but
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| I got your number, your name, and your will to fight
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| Will you be coming over? |
| Will you be coming? |
| Reckon you might
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| I cannot care, I cannot care for you, I cannot bear to love you any less than
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| you need
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| I cannot hold you, I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave
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| If you let go of me I’d be a fool to let you, fool to let you leave
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| Drunk on love or anything so strong as to drive the blood to make way for more,
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| for
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| More when you’ve forty-four left, forty for your children beg for the breath
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| that you won’t give
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| And your boyfriend stands to wait all for you, drink up you’re wasted on me
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| Drink up you’re wasted
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| Running that money ma, living lose, playing hard
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| Damned if I’m gonna lose it, damned if I’m gonna lose it
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| And you’re runnin low, chink in your glass and a knock at the door
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| What you looking at me for, what you looking at, me
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| I cannot care, I cannot care for you, I cannot bear to love you any less than
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| you need
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| I cannot hold you, I cannot bear to lose the bruises that you leave
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| If you let go of me I’d be a fool to let you, fool fool to let you leave
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| Drunk on love or anything so strong as to drive the blood to make way for more,
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| for
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| More when you’ve forty-four left, forty for your children beg for the breath
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| that you won’t give
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| And your boyfriend stands to wait all for you, drink up you’re wasted on me
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| Drink up you’re wasted
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| Drink up I’ll wait |