| It’s not that I don’t trust you
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| Well I just know what you’ve been up too
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| And well this dial tone is agreeing with everything I’ve had in mind.
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| And you’ve got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.
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| So as his eyes move past your shoulder
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| And your shades start moving in the same direction
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| Don’t worry I, well I won’t say a thing.
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| And you can’t blame a girl for (you can’t blame a girl for)
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| Stickin' to what she knows.(stickin' to what she knows)
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| I hope he takes his time
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| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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| I hope that when he leaves,
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| You still smell him on your sheets
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| Cause I can, I can.
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| I hope he takes his time
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| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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| I hope that when he leaves,
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| You still smell him on your sheets
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| Cause I can, I can.
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| If I could get to sleep
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| Then, I guess you could stop pretendin'.
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| Cause if I didn’t think you loved it,
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| Well then I wouldn’t play along
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| And you’ve got your high as a (you've got your high as a)
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| Kite tricks in the bag.(kite tricks in the bag)
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| I hope he takes his time
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| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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| I hope that when he leaves,
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| You still smell him on your sheets
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| Cause I can, I can.
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| I hope he takes his time
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| And I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
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| I hope that when he leaves,
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| You still smell him on your sheets
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| Cause I can, I can.
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| You’re down for sellin' me out
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| While I play dumb,
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| It’s cool cause I let you, thought I’d never catch you,
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| You’d say «we're only friends."yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.
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| You’re down for sellin' me out
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| While I play dumb,
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| It’s cool cause I let you, thought I’d never catch you,
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| You’d say «we're only friends."yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.
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| You’re down for sellin' me out
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| While I play dumb,
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| It’s cool cause I let you, thought I’d never catch you,
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| You’d say «we're only friends."yeah, real good friends, I bet. I bet.
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| Forget your legs around my hips.
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| Forget your hands pressed on my back.
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| Forget the letters that I kept.
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| This is another I won’t send.
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| Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs.
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| Forget our one last kiss goodnight.
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| Forget me stakin' out your house.
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| Forget I’ve got you figured out.
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| Forget your legs around my hips.
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| Forget your hands pressed on my back.
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| Forget the letters that I kept.
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| This is another I won’t send |