| Selfish love is the type we share
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| I want your elfish touch and your pelvis here
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| Hot top shelf hugs, come don’t be scared
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| Let me sweep away your feet, now it’s only fair
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| She won’t open up because of what she’s been through
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| With her pops, first whopps, and her sleazy crew
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| Maybe I can be that nice clean dream for you
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| Be the first to get a taste of your creamy truth
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| Wanna smash that wall like a Berlin youth
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| Wanna be the one you’re hooked on hurting you
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| It’s an ego thing, I wanna lock you down
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| 'Cause you’re intricately infinite as London town
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| Wanna see you on your back with a smiley stare
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| Having you on your back foot when I’m firing glares
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| Open it, I don’t like you tying your hair
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| Drop your guard, but I never said the fight was fair
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| You can’t have all of me
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| But give me all of you
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| I wanna walk tall knowing that I’m owning you
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| Check Check, kick about, one two, one two
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| Give it up, get it out, say I got you
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| You can’t have all of me
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| But give me all of you
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| I wanna walk tall knowing that I’m owning you
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| Check Check, kick about, one two, one two
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| Give it up, get it out, say I got you
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| Cause it’s not love, it’s a war for you
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| Let me be more for you, just give me all of you
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| Can’t change till I’m bored of you
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| Works best when I’m just ignoring you
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| But you know the moves and you’re cold as smooth
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| So now I’m digging in your trenches, bending you
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| And you’re no-man's-land, wanna enter you
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| But on a gentle knee, I wear my stomping boots
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| Same talk, love talk, give me coochie-coo
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| But you stab when you walk and you bore me true
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| And I’m pranxious coming off the phone to you
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| I would never make a family a home with you
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| And all the skits bullshit you’re just boobs and suit
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| Sit still, come here, who the fuck is you?
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| Baby I just wanna crack you till you fall for me
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| Just give me all of you, becomes more for me
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| You can’t have all of me
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| But give me all of you
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| I wanna walk tall knowing that I’m owning you
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| Check check, kick about, one two, one two
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| Give it up, get it out, say I got you
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| You can’t have all of me
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| But give me all of you
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| I wanna walk tall knowing that I’m owning you
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| Check check, kick about, one two, one two
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| Give it up, get it out, say I got you
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| You’re a heart shaped, tart faced Rubik’s cube
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| You little fast paced, dark-laced floozy you
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| Why don’t you love me? |
| Tell me I got you
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| But once you want me, I won’t want you
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| You’re a heart shaped, tart faced Rubik’s cube
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| You little fast paced, dark-laced floozy you
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| Why don’t you love me — I want you to
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| But once you want me then I won’t want you
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| Because all of my smiles just come out sad
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| Flashbacks of your soft thighs drive me mad
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| Wise words that you wore like a secret badge
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| And the times we had were just lies you spat
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| But I don’t really feel deeply at all for you
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| I know it’s sad, isn’t it, but it’s the awful truth
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| And you’re playing me and him? |
| We made a whore of you
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| And the pride sends me mad, I’m ignoring you
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| It’s like I’ve given up the weed but want a toke or two
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| It’s not filling up my needs so I blow hoops
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| Now I’m scribbling my grief on a piece of you
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| Like I’m nibbling for greed on a greasy stew
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| In my bedside table there’s a drawer for you
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| Red fishnets, hair clips, loads of lube
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| There’s a dirty laundry bag full of clothes for you
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| My clean sheets are spoiled but I’m over you
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| You can’t have all of me
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| But give me all of you
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| I wanna walk tall knowing that I’m owning you
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| Check check, kick about, one two, one two
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| Give it up, get it out, say I got you
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| You can’t have all of me
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| But give me all of you
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| I wanna walk tall knowing that I’m owning you
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| Check check, kick about, one two, one two
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| Give it up, get it out, say I got you |