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Chorus: (Be my woman tonight, Love's aim, Feelin' right)x2 |
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Slug: |
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Hey Lady I don't mean to be so forward |
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But I got no other choice soon I'll be across the border |
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Tour Mode i'm leaving in the A.M |
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But i wanna spend this evening breathing in your fragrance |
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Too long since I've seen my better half |
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Sometimes you gotta let go, Close your eyes and let it crash |
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Road life is the only one I have to give |
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Lonely isn't a strong enough adjective to describe all the nights that I've tried to grip tight, |
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I lack the necessary tools to help me get right |
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So take your place as the temporary savior, |
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While I'm looking at your face like I'll be tested on it later |
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I bet you like to **** but you love to argue, |
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Poke a hole into my chest and pull my heart through, |
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Up to my room for cigarettes and cartoons, |
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Or we can sit right here and try to guard these bar stools. |
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I'll take you any way that I can have you, |
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Bring along your ethics and your issues and your taboos. |
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It's not the standard free bird situation, |
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But you're talking to these pieces of a man that's trying to make it through the |
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puzzles, travels, |
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struggles, battles, |
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the body pillow pimp trying to snuggle with my shadow |
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We could stay proper, keep the clothes on no pressure |
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Just hold me and pretend like you've known me forever |
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Wont'cha? |
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Chorus: |
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(Be my woman tonight, Love's aim, feelin' right)x2 |
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Murs: |
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Damn why'd she hafta leave right after the show? |
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All that eye contact made from the front row |
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Them vibes I was gettin' man I thought it was a go, |
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Could use that type of company you just don't know |
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I been on the road for like 6 months straight, |
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Only 2 days off between all of them dates |
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The hardest working man in the underground game , |
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Most times I'm too tired to hang around and spit game |
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Most nights are the same, |
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Shows is just like work, |
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Leave the stage stand around sellin' merch and shirts, |
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Then I peeked a pink skirt out the corner of my eye, |
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By the exit posted up like a tack, lookin fly, |
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I tried to play it cool but I couldn't pretend, |
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So I approached hella anxious with a silly ass grin, |
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She said she dropped off her friends so we could be alone, |
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Gave her undivided attention, |
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Turned off the phone. |
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Took me out for pancakes, paid for the dinner, |
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Then took me to my room, let me watch sportscenter, |
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And then we made out, |
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And then we made love, |
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And then I passed out while I got a back rub, |
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But in the middle of the night I reached for a second helping, |
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Got a hand full of sheets I was all by myself, |
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And before you could say 'god damn that sucks!,' Jaybird called, |
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Cats van bag...****! |
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Chorus x6 |