| Flirting with her is like butterflies screaming
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| Taking off into the night
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| Flirting with her is like cool nights beaming
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| Stars glued to my thighs
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| I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that
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| «How is it that you two always seem to match?»
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| I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that
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| Just promise that you’ll never give it back
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| Flirting with her is like skinning your knee
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| Reconciling with the concrete
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| Flirting with her is like losing your key
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| What the fuck is going on with me?
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| I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that
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| «How is it that you two always seem to match?»
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| I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that
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| Just promise that you’ll never give it back
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| She left her name on my lips
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| I don’t think I’ll ever get over her hips
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| Or ever feel like anything else exists
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| When she texts me «hey»
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| She left her name on my lips
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| I don’t think I’ll ever get over her hips
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| Or ever feel like anything else exists
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| When she texts me
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| Brring… hey!
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| I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that
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| «How is it that you two always seem to match?»
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| I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that
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| How is it that we always seem to match?
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| She left her name on my lips
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| She left her name on my lips
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| She left her name on my lips
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| She left her name on my lips
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| Brring… hey! |