| This is the part
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| Where the lights they dim as her clothes fall off she said
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| You’ve got to make this count
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| And I replied;
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| Well I’m a little shy
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| God you smell so nice and I
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| I don’t know if this feels right
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| And she says baby hold on tight for one hell of a ride
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| So here we go
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| She’s coming over tomorrow afternoon
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| Crawling back for more
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| And I wanted too
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| But for selfish reasons my conscience never left her room
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| Tell me what’s a boy to do?
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| So maybe take those clothes off
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| We’ve work to do
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| This night is far from over baby
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| You know the way we move feels right
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| It’s this bed where we’ll do all our fighting
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| And in the morning we can analyze
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| How many breaths we take
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| To beats our hearts made
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| It’s written on your face
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| I guess I’ll just have to face it
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| Another drink and I’m wasted
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| Now can you feel that energy pouring out of you and me?
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| Can’t you see it? |
| We were never meant to be
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| You created a monster just wait
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| Just wait and see
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| You’re nothing but another one night stand to me
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| To me
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| This night is far from over baby |
| You know the way we move feels right
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| It’s this bed were we’ll do all the fighting
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| And in the morning we can analyze
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| How many breaths we take
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| To beats our heart made
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| It’s written on your face
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| I guess I’ll just have to face it
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| Another drink and I’m wasted
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| Another drink and I’m wasted
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| Another drink and I’m wasted
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| Another drink and I’m wasted |