| I give you everything you want
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| But all you talk about is everything I don’t
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| Why you always talking slick?
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| It’s like I can’t do nothing without getting lip
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| Until I throw you on the bed
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| Put it down, pull your hair, kiss your neck
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| You love messing with my head
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| Sometimes I think that you not even upset
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| One day, me no even talking to you
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| Next day, watch me call ya
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| One minute, you hate me
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| Then the next you want me put it on ya
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| Funny how bad words turn to making love
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| I get under your skin, babe, just because
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| Well, make it up to me, baby
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| I make you happy in the bed
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| But girl, it’s so much better any time I get you mad
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| Why you so wicked and bad?
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| Attitude makes me want to bend you over my legs
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| Scream and yelling de house down
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| Sometimes you love me, sometimes you’re coming for my head
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| We awake the whole town
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| Fighting like teenagers all over again
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| We yelling, screaming
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| Then I threaten that I’m gonna leave ya
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| Then we get back, do it again
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| And baby, here’s the reason
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| Funny how bad words turn to making love
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| I get under your skin, babe, just because
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| Well, make it up to me, baby
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| I’ll make it up to you, baby
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| I’ll make it up to you, baby
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| I’ll make it up to you, make it up to you
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| I’ll make it up to you, baby
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| Well, make it up to me, baby
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| Well, make it up to me, baby
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| Well, make it up to me, up to me
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| Funny how bad words turn to making love
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| I get under your skin, babe, just because
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| I love it when we fight just to make up
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| And it’s funny how bad words turn to making love
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| I get under your skin, babe, just because
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| I love it when we fight just to make up |