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I picked you out |
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Of a crowd and talked to you |
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Said I liked your shoes |
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You said "Thanks can I follow you?" |
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Now it's up the stairs |
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And out of view, no prying eyes |
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I poured some wine |
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When I asked your name, |
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You asked the time |
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Now it's 2 o'clock |
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The club is closed |
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We're up the block |
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Your hands on me, |
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Pressing hard against your jeans |
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Your tongue in my mouth |
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Tryin to keep the words from comin out |
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You didn't care to know |
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Who else may have been here before |
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I want a lover I don't have to love |
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I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk |
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Where's the kid with the chemicals? |
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I thought I'd meet him here |
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But I'm not sure |
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I got the money if you got the time |
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You said it feels good |
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I said , "I'll give it a try" |
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Then my mind went dark |
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We both forgot where your car was parked |
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So let's take the train |
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I'll meet up with the band in the morning |
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Bad actors, with bad habits |
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Some sad singers |
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They just play tragic |
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And the phone's ringin |
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And the band's leavin |
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Let's just keep touching... |
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Let's just... keep on singing |
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I want a lover I don't have to love |
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I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk |
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Yea, where's the kid with the chemicals? |
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I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full |
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I need a meaning I can memorize |
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The kind I have always seems to slip my mind |
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But you... |
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You write such pretty words |
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But life's no story book |
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Love's an excuse to get hurt |
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And to hurt... |
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Do you like to hurt? |
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I do, I do |
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Then hurt me |
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Then hurt me |
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Didn't hurt me |
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It didn't hurt me |
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It didn't hurt me |
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It didn't hurt me |
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It didn't hurt me |
