| Pretty boys, they didn’t teach me things I didn’t know
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| They don’t have the thing that I need
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| But they don’t know they don’t
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| You got that whole thing about ya and I can’t hide my feels
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| Pretty girls, they always die out, need another sex appeal
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| I said, come on, give zero fucks about it
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| Come on, I know I’m gonna get hurt
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| Come on, give zero fucks about it
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| Come on
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| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster
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| You can be just what I want, my true disaster
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| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster
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| You can be just what I want, my true disaster
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| Pretty girls, they like it fancy, but you don’t keep it clean
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| We get dirty and we go hard, some things we don’t mean
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| Tell me, «No one’s gonna get ya,» I’m just straight up mad
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| I fool in love, roll up beside me, and you’re just as bad
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| I said, come on, give zero fucks about it
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| Come on, I know I’m gonna get hurt
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| Come on, give zero fucks about it
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| Come on
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| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster
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| You can be just what I want, my true disaster
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| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster
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| You can be just what I want, my true disaster
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| Keep playing 'em like
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| Keep playing 'em like
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| Yeah, keep playing 'em like
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| Keep playing 'em like
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| Yeah, keep playing 'em like
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| I’m gonna get hurt
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| I’m gonna get hurt
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| Ah, come on
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| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster
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| You can be just what I want, my true disaster
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| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster
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| You can be just what I want, my true disaster
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| Keep playing 'em like
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| Keep playing 'em like
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| You keep, you keep, you keep playing 'em like
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| Yeah, keep playing 'em like
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| Keep playing 'em like
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| Yeah, keep playing 'em like |