| How did we get to my place?
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| After last night, I’m looking for steps to trace
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| All I know is we made love all over my place
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| And that’s all I can remember, but my condo gave the play-by-play
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| It started when I seen all of the bottles of Patrón
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| Empty, obvious that somethin' crazy here went on
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| Sex was everywhere, whipped cream all over the counter
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| But she’s nowhere to be found
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| I took a look around, but the only thing I found was
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| Lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| 'Cause we drank, got drunk, that night, we lived it up (Oh)
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| Yeah, that night we did it up
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| And now the only trace I found was lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| Shot after shot, we got high, sippin', we tore it up (Oh)
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| Now all I got left is the lipstick on the glass
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| I can still smell your perfume in my home
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| I can still taste the sweetness of your touch
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| I should ask the neighbors, maybe they know
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| I know they heard us lovin' on the night before
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| I’m tryna find out where you are, hope you not very far
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| I gotta find you, girl, where we can have another night with all these
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| Bottles of Patrón
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| Empty, obvious that somethin' crazy here went on
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| Sex was everywhere, whipped cream all over the counter
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| But she’s nowhere to be found
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| I took a look around, that’s when I saw that she left the
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| Lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| 'Cause we drank, got drunk, that night, we lived it up (Oh)
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| Yeah, that night we lived up
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| And now the only trace I found was lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| Shot after shot, we got high, sippin', we tore it up (Oh)
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| Now all I got left is the lipstick on the glass
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| Left her lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| She left her lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| Saying this the best night she ever had (Oh)
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| Lipstick on my glass
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| Saying call her A.S.A.P., she’ll be ready
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| Lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| 'Cause we drank, got drunk, that night, we lived it up (Oh)
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| Yeah, that night we did it up
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| And now the only trace I found was lipstick on the glass (Oh)
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| Shot after shot, we got high, sippin', we tore it up (Oh)
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| Now all I got left is the lipstick on the glass |