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oh I'll bet |
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I know what you likeat least think |
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I know what you might |
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I'm not the most cocksure guybut |
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I get more bold with every smileso please, show me your teeth, |
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I'll show mine |
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I sure hope our |
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P's and Q's don't mindcause |
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I've been alone quite some timeand |
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I've got to scratch this itch of mineand |
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I think I know what you know |
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I'm not that smooth but |
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I'm not blindthe hours pass us by as gin slips slowlypast our tingling spines, cheeks warm and glowing |
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I'm a social mess but not yet slurringthe words that come to rest upon my luring tongueoh |
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I'll bet I know what you likeat least think |
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I know what you might |
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I'm not the most cocksure guybut |
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I still sure fight the good hard fighttry as |
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I may, try |
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I mightI'll ever scratch this itch of minewe've all got our vices, this one's mineso |
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I might not smoke but |
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I get highunderneath this fleshy robe lies a beast with no control |
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I fed it once look how it's grownoh my god, bring me peace from this wolf covered in fleece |
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I can't shake loose from its teethoh my god, set me free |
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I have no ability to cut my leash and walk awaywith every passing night my conscience lessensand seems to pacify these guilt filled sessionsnow |
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I'm a social pest but not yet willingto put my laws to rest till |
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I'm done filling these holes |
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I'll bet I know what you likeat least think |
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I know what you mightand |
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I'm not the most cocksure man (?) |
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I take what |
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I get and get what |
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I can |