| Wake up, we’ve been here before
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| You’re picking clothes up off the floor
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| Bare feet dance across the room, whoa
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| I don’t wanna take my eyes off you
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| But showers hot I’ve got shit to do
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| Little bump and it’s time to move, whoa
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| I swear down as I live and breathe
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| Your hips don’t lie when they talk to me
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| Alone, whoa
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| I’m feeling rum and coca loca around you
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| I haven’t drank that much
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| Well that’s how it seems but
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| I’m so rum and coca loca around you
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| So drunk in love
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| That we don’t need to rise above
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| The loco things we do
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| The loco things we do
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| Got that sunshine on my mind
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| I never said it was hard to do
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| But no one can squeeze a lime like you
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| When you shake you mix my mind in two, whoa
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| I swear down as I live and breathe
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| Your hips don’t lie when they talk to me
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| Alone, whoa
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| I’m feeling rum and coca loca around you
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| I haven’t drank that much
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| Well that’s how it seems but
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| I’m so rum and coca loca around you
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| So drunk in love
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| That we don’t need to rise above
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| The loco things we do
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| I know I don’t bother you
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| Poke needles in the eyes of shame
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| You won’t hear me complain
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| The dirty little things we do
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| There’s never anyone to blame
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| I’m feeling rum and coca loca
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| Feeling rum and coca loca
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| I’m feeling rum and coca loca around you
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| I haven’t drank that much
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| Well that’s how it seems but
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| I’m so rum and coca loca around you
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| So drunk in love
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| That we don’t need to rise above
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| The loco things we do |