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First time that I met your girl |
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Lipstick with her hair in curls |
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Bra was showing through her shirt |
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But I decided not to flirt |
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You, standing ten feet tall |
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Sweater you bought from the mall |
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All you did was watch TV |
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Thanks for leaving room for me |
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Or don't you know that; |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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Discussed you over frosty drinks |
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Slides closer every time she blinks |
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Now I want to be a better man |
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But, she's trying everything she can |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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As she eased into the car I pretended not to notice that she was sitting close to me, much closer than was neccesary for me to feel her breath upon my back. It sent a quiver to the quick and before I...she preceded to send me on a journey. It was a journey that preceded to send me back for seconds. I've been (to London been to France I've got your girlfriends underpants) all over the world and never did I think I'd see an ass defying gravity. |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
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You can't hold her if I'm gonna hold her |
