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Now I don't mean to be offensive |
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But your brain's not that expensive |
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That's okay with me |
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Your trash can mentality |
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Makes good for small talkology |
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I don't think I'm leaving |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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Now it seems so catastrophic |
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But oh well |
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Mom said to never play with matches |
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[Chorus I] |
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You make it easy |
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You make it so easy |
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Now I thought I'd seen it all |
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And I guess I'm still in shock |
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It's kind of sleazy |
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But when I look at your face |
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I see that saving grace |
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I get so weak in the knees |
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[Pre-Chorus] |
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[Chorus II] |
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You make it so damn easy |
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You know it feels kind of frightening |
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You make it so damn easy |
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You know you come on like the lightning |
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So when I come a knockin' on your back door |
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You better let me in 'cause I want more baby |
