| Baby girl told me to own my shit
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| So I’m gonna own my shit
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| Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it
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| 'Till the armor, it cannot fit
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| Baby girl told me to own my shit
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| So I’m gonna own my shit
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| Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it
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| 'Till you cannot but feel this bitch
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| How strange
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| How strange it is to love
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| How strange
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| How strange it is to love
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired
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| Baby girl told me to own my shit
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| So I’m gonna own my shit
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| Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it
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| 'Till I’m gone, I cannot quit
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| Aren’t you tired of losing your lips?
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| Aren’t you tired of thinking about them?
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| Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it
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| 'Till I’m gone, and I cannot hit
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| How strange
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| How strange it is to love
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| How strange
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| How strange it is to love
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| Oh I’m tired, of thinking about you
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| I’m tired |