If it hurts this much then it must be love
And
I've got a bad feeling,
That I went and got dirt
You've got a nerve giving me the cold shoulder
Giving me
You've been looking at me like you've got something to
I guess now is a good time to tell the
you're so good
and you're so bad
that everybody wants to be
I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas plays,
Fold
Keep your hands to yourself, these lips belong to someone
Save your breath
And I'll talk instead
And you'll just drop dead
And
Nervous and your tearing at the seams
The lights are too
All those dirty words that you said, did you mean
I'm so glad that your lipsticks on,
Back seat of your
if this is the end
and these white coats and this
This is the calm before the storm,
the three words through
There's something you don't know i've walked you off to
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