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You're still clutching that bottle of wine, |
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like it's the fucking essence of your heart and your mind. |
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You tell me that you're engaged, |
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so we're on the same page. |
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I don't give a * girl. |
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Tell me, is it Tuesday, |
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cause I need to pick up my son in the morning, |
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I ain't got no time to be listening to your stories. |
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I know that you're beautiful, |
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I know that you're hot, |
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so you got a lot of problems, |
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that these other girls do not. |
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Chillin' at your spot with a couple friends of mine, |
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tell me how you'd like to spend the time. |
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She says, let's go to the roof, |
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I'll show you how I feel, if you ever needed proof. |
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A kiss on the lips, hands on the hips, |
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she's taking the sip, the alcohol drips. |
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Monday night, |
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tired as always. |
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This girls alright, |
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cause I don't require knowledge. |
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For just one night, |
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I'll turn a blind eye. |
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I'll be Prince Charles, |
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Princess Diana. |
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Sitting on the rooftop, |
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watching the moon drop. |
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Your hand in mine, |
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here comes the sunshine. |
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2: |
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Sex on my mind, |
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I look at the clock and there's just no time. |
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She's touching my stuff, |
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push on rewind, cushion the grind. |
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Gurl, she's so fine, |
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you could never mind, her. |
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I gotta go, |
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tomorrow's there's a late session in the studio. |
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She says no, you should stick around, |
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we could have some fun, I won't make a sound. |
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Cause your best friend passed out, |
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puking in the bedroom. |
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Now she's got her ass out, |
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girl I need some Medrol. |
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I can see the light, |
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I say good morning, |
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but it's permanent midnight. |
