| Baby girl told me you don’t know that shit
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| Some girl don’t own that shit
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| Gonna wrap my legs and hide around it
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| Till the armor, it can not be
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| Baby girl told me you don’t know that shit
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| Some girl don’t own that shit
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| Gonna wrap my legs and hide around it
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| Till you can not feel this bitch
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| How strange, how strange it is to love
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| How strange, how strange it is to love
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired
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| Baby girl told me you don’t know that shit
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| Some girl don’t own that shit
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| Gonna wrap my legs and hide around it
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| Till I’m gone and I can not quit
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| Aren’t you tired of losing your limbs?
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| Aren’t you tired of thinking 'bout them?
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| Gonna wrap my legs and hide around it
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| Till I’m gone and I can not here
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| How strange, how strange it is to love
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| How strange, how strange it is to love
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| Oh, I’m tired of thinking 'bout you
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| I’m tired |