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Come on shuga |
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Don'tcha cry |
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I don't wanna ever have to say goodbye |
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Don't starch yo pants |
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With cheap romance |
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And Freudian slips |
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Don't come off on the fly |
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You're never satisfied, |
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No! |
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Don't wait, |
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I'm never gonna chase |
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A tailgate, |
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I'm never gonna say: |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know you at all." |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know" - "No, he don't" |
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Unleash yo bark |
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But don'tcha stray |
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I'm sick and tired of fetching runaways |
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Tint yo lips with lover's spit |
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You throw your weight |
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I throw my fits away |
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Ain't it a shame? |
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No! |
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Don't wait, |
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I'm never gonna chase |
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A tailgate, |
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I'm never gonna say: |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know you at all." |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know" - "No, he don't" |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know you at all." |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know" - "No, he don't" |
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Wound too tight to come undone |
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This pick-apart, not never, just ain't enough |
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Darlin', just pry to come undone |
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(I'm holding out for the jinx) |
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Do with it what you want. |
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Don't wait, |
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I'm never gonna chase |
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A tailgate, |
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I'm never gonna say: |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know you at all." |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know" - "No, he don't" |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know you at all." |
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"That's my baby, there. And, he don't need to know" - "No, he don't" |
