| The way you move is something I just can’t explain
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| The way you touch, the way you fuck me up
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| This craving never, ever, ever goes away, away
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| I know you really don’t like to talk about it
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| Remember when you cried in the car about it
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| I know I saw a side of you that I never saw yet
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| And I’ll never let that go
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| You won’t admit it but it’s kinda so obvious
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| That you wish I’d get my shit together, fuckin' acknowledge you
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| Said you’re nothing like my ex and babe I wanna believe that
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| I swear I wanna blieve it
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| And I said
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| We can go to Paris, fuck your parents, let’s go
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| Your friends don’t know me
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| They just know the way you won’t let me go
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| And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
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| I tried to warn you, babe
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| And now you’re just frustrated
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| I know that you’re frustrated
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| I promise I frustrate me too
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| I’m sorry you’re frustrated
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| I’m sorry you’re frustrated
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| But it goes so hard when we go that far
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| Drive at night in my race car
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| You look so good but you feel so far
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| That every single ounce of conversation’s about the way
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| That I don’t know how to trust and I don’t wanna admit it
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| 'Cause if I talk about it, how am I supposed to forget it?
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| Anxiety is a bitch and I don’t wanna be in it
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| Fuck it, I’m in love
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| And fuck it if it’s hard
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| Drive all night 'til I let down my guard
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| You taste so good and you look like art
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| And she said
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| We can go to Paris, fuck your parents, let’s go
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| Your friends don’t know me
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| They just know the way you won’t let me go
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| And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
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| I tried to warn you, babe
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| And now you’re just frustrated
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| I know that you’re frustrated
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| I promise I frustrate me too
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| I’m sorry you’re frustrated
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| I’m sorry you’re frustrated
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| I know that you’re frustrated
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| I promise I frustrate me too
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| I’m sorry you’re frustrated
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| I’m sorry you’re frustrated |