| Always felt like I needed to please her, or impress her
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| Though only in the hope that one day I would undress her
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| Don’t be offended
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| You think I’m 'bout to tell you that «I love you»
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| But I really, really, really fuckin' don’t
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| See the months of obsession
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| And crying for hours
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| I even started sittin' down in the shower, girl
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| I’ll take my time on my own
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| And I’ll be fine, now I’m alone
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| Constantly told stories with a stretch of the truth
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| Trying hard to make memories to remember from youth
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| Desperately wanting you to be interested too
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| It’s not clear what I need yet
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| But it’s clear it’s not you
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| Here’s what I’d say to any young man that’s still interested in you
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| Do you prioritize the things in your life?
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| The things that you hope to do?
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| 'Cause if not, then
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| Mate, you’d better trust me when I tell you that
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| It’s not worth forgettin' about yourself
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| Because of one fucking girl
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| She may seem perfect, and gorgeous, and lovely
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| You’ll think she likes you
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| I mean I thought she loved me, no
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| But no
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| Neither of us will get down from the shelf
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| The only one she loves is herself |