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Think about it 'till anticipation makes you shake and we both lose control. |
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Put the pedal to the floor, lay the seat back, lock the doors, |
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we're gonna make this worth our while. |
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It's getting harder to breathe... |
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"Jealous hearts will leave us all in ruins," |
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that's what we'll say as we hide out from our friends, hear the message once again, |
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"Lets get this right." |
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Your lips are a hot flame, baby and our chemistry is kerosene... |
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Take it off, take it all off, maybe we can get down and burn up in the heat... |
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Times like these feel so dangerous, |
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When you know you're gonna find out, |
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how right it feels, |
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to ignore the ones you love the most, |
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This can't be right. |
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Your lips are a hot flame, baby and our chemistry is kerosene... |
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As we kiss to the sound of your stereo, don't say a word... I won't say a word... |
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Don't treat this like a secret, |
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just keep it quiet while we know that we could tear best friends apart |
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with all the lies we've told... |
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Your lips are a hot flame, baby and our chemistry is kerosene... |
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Take it off, take it all off, maybe, |
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and I'm lost for words when thoughts don't compare - write it down... |
