| Low blows and cigarettes on my tongue
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| Standing in the kitchen, maybe you should go
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| 'Cause I heard you say my attitude was getting kinda stiff
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| And I replied at least something in this fucking house is
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| I thought we’d get it on, looks like I was wrong
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| You’re content making love to your phone
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| I could give you more, why am I fighting for?
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| 'Cause you’re so tired when, baby, I’m not tired at all
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| I’ve been feeling lonely lately
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| One more night and I might give in
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| Lust, it’s just lust
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| So come on, put your hands on me
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| And show me how it’s supposed to be, I’m yours
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| So treat me like I’m all yours
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| Just treat me like I’m all yours
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| Treat me like I’m all yours
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| Treat me like I’m all yours, yeah
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| Sometimes I’d rather be just a friend
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| 'Cause they get all your attention
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| And I barely get a thing
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| Maybe once you’ve had a drink
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| Them you might make a move
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| But that’s not how I want it when I’m making love to you
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| I thought we’d get it on, looks like I was wrong
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| 'Cause you’re content making love to your phone
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| I could give you more, why am I fighting for?
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| 'Cause you’re so tired when, baby, I’m not tired at all
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| I’ve been feeling lonely lately
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| One more night and I might give in
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| Lust, it’s just lust
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| So come on, put your hands on me
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| And show me how it’s supposed to be, I’m yours
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| So treat me like I’m all yours
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| Just treat me like I’m all yours
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| Treat me like I’m all yours
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| Just treat me like I’m all yours
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| I’ve been feeling lonely lately
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| One more night and I might give in
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| Lust, it’s just lust
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| So come on, put your hands on me
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| And show me how it’s supposed to be, I’m yours
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| So treat me like I’m all yours
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| Just treat me like I’m all yours
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| Treat me like I’m all yours
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| Treat me like I’m all yours, oh |