| I’ve been known to steal a couple curly fries
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| From her side of the table on a date
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| And I’ve been known to flip the finger to the guy
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| Driving slow over in the fast lane
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| And when I steal the covers on the bed
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| Or lose a twenty in a stupid bet
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| She shakes her head, smiles at me and says
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| Who’s gonna love you if I don’t?
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| Who’s gonna love you if I won’t?
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| Who you gonna call? |
| Who you gonna kiss?
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| Nobody’s gonna put up with your shit
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| Who’s gonna love you if I don’t?
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| Nobody
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| I’ve been known to be the romantic guy
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| Get those rose petal trails on the floor
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| And I’ve been known to get the candles all lit
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| Set the mood for when she walks through the door
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| We put on a record, slow dance
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| And just before I go to pull her in
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| She pulls back, smiles at me and says
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| Who’s gonna love you if I don’t?
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| Who’s gonna love you if I won’t?
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| Who you gonna call? |
| Who you gonna kiss?
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| Nobody’s gonna put up with your shit
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| Who’s gonna love you if I don’t?
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| Nobody
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| Who’s gonna love you if I don’t?
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| Who’s gonna love you if I won’t?
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| Who you gonna call? |
| Who you gonna kiss?
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| Nobody’s gonna put up with your shit
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| Who’s gonna love you if I don’t?
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| Yeah, who’s gonna love you if I don’t
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| Nobody
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| I told her baby, I, I told her baby
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| I told her baby it’s a good thing I got you
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| 'Cause who’s gonna love me if you don’t? |