| He bought a Rolls Royce, 1988
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| He’s all over the place
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| I just want him to say it back
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| And say it to my face
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| He takes me for a ride
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| It’s cocaine white inside
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| It’s 99 degrees, the leather’s sticking to my thighs
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| I know I do not love him
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| Fuck I think I love him
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| When I’m touching myself
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| Swear to God I’m thinking of him
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| And I come too easy
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| This is so completely
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| Unlike anything I’ve ever felt
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| Is this real life, life, life?
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| Is this real life, life, life?
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| Is this real life?
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| Cause you’re god like
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| Sipping on some juice, with a little Bombay
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| Showing off that ice
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| Is this real life?
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| Cause you’re god like, yeah
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| Sitting on that hood
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| Showing off his whip while he’s wearing all white
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| Oh my, don’t look into his eyes
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| Every time I do I see us never not together
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| Got me hypnotized
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| Swimming pools and white lies
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| Pink champagne and Mai Tais
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| Open bar at someone’s birthday party on Rodeo Drive
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| Know I do not love him
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| But when I’m drunk I love him
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| Trying to contain myself, he’s pushing on my buttons
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| And I come too easy
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| This is so completely
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| Unlike anything I’ve ever felt
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| Is this real life, life, life?
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| Is this real life, life, life?
|
| Is this real life?
|
| Cause you’re god like
|
| Sipping on some juice, with a little Bombay
|
| Showing off that ice
|
| Is this real life?
|
| Cause you’re god like, yeah
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| Sitting on that hood
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| Showing off his whip while he’s wearing all white
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |