| Some days seem to burn out so slow
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| The flames chase down the cord to your telephone
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| Your rosewood eyes and church white smiles glow
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| Be careful now or I’ll consume you whole
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| Grinding hips and fingers locking in
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| My lips pressed up on sweat-soaked naked skin
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| I’ll hang my head so you can feel my breath
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| And breathe you in until there’s nothing left
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| And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
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| You can make a mess of me but you never will
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| And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
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| I can make a mess out of you
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| Baby, you’re a good girl, you always tell the truth
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| And honestly, I’m honest with you too
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| I place my hand up firm against your face
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| Yea this is how the good girls tend to misbehave
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| And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
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| You can make a mess of me but you never will
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| And I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
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| I can make a mess out of you
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| I can feel your heart beat
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| I can feel your heart beat
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| I can feel your heart beat
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| I can feel your heart beat
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| Yea, I can feel your heart beat fast as we lay still
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| You can make a mess of me but you never will
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| I bet you never will |