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Oh sweetheart, put the bottle down |
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You've got too much talent |
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I see you through those bloodshot eyes |
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There's a cure, you've found it |
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Slow motion, sparks, you've caught that chill |
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Now don't deny it |
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But boys will be boys, oh, yes they will |
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They don't want to define it |
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Just give up the game and get into me |
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If you're looking for thrills then get cold feet |
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Oh no, I do not hook up, up |
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I go slow |
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So if you want me, I don't come cheap |
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Keep your hand in my hand |
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And your heart on your sleeve |
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Oh no, I do not hook up, up |
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I fall deep |
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'Cause the more that you try |
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The harder I find to say goodnight |
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I can't cook no, but I can clean up |
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The mess you left |
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Lay your head down and feel the beat |
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As I kiss your forehead |
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This may not last, but this is now |
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So love the one you're with |
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You want to chase but you're chasing your tail |
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A quick fix won't ever get you well |
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Oh no, I do not hook up, up |
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I go slow |
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So if you want me, I don't come cheap |
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Keep your hand in my hand |
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And your heart on your sleeve |
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Oh no, I do not hook up, up |
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I fall deep |
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'Cause the more that you try |
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The harder I find to say goodnight |
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'Cause I feel the distance between us |
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Could be over with a snap of your finger |
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Oh no, I do not hook up, up |
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I go slow |
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So if you want me, I don't come cheap |
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Keep your hand in my hand |
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And your heart on your sleeve |
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Oh no, I do not hook up, up |
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I fall deep |
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'Cause the more that you try |
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The harder I find to say goodnight |
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To say |
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Cause the more that you try, |
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the harder I'll fight |
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To say goodnight |
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Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down |
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Cause I don't wanna miss out |
