| I can barely mention it without causing some ego trauma |
| But I know you're sensing how I'm tryna give you hints |
| Physical affection goes a long way with me, I don't wanna |
| Quietly resent you, I just want the easy fix |
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| But life is lifing and pressure is pressuring me |
| Oh, I wish that I could catch you in the right light |
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| I only want the beginning, I don't want the end |
| Want the part where you say goddamn |
| Back of a dive bar, giving you head |
| Then sneak home late, wake up your roommates |
| Want the highlights, ten out of ten |
| The butterflies from holding your hand |
| Before we swept us under the bed |
| And we became practically roommates |
| I'm touching myself by the front door |
| But you don't even look my way no more |
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| Maybe like the stars at noon |
| You won't come out until you're ready |
| But here I am telling you don't put off the night too long |
| And I know we would laugh if I tried walking in in something sexy |
| But I don't wanna beg you, I know you know what I want |
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| But life is lifing and pressure is pressuring me |
| Oh, I wish that I could catch you in the right light |
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| I only want the beginning, I don't want the end |
| Want the part where you say goddamn |
| Back of a dive bar, giving you head |
| Then sneak home late, wake up your roommates |
| Want the highlights, ten out of ten |
| The butterflies from holding your hand |
| Before we swept us under the bed |
| And we became practically roommates |
| I'm touching myself, looking at porn |
| 'Cause you don't even look my way no more |
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| I wanna stay your new girl |
| Always-think-I'm-cute girl |
| Only in the whole world |
| I'm paranoid of new girls |
| All the shiny cute girls |
| God, it makes my head swirl |
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| I only want the beginning, I don't want the end |
| Want the part where you say goddamn |
| Back of a dive bar, giving you head |
| Then sneak home late, wake up your roommates |
| Want the highlights, ten out of ten |
| The butterflies from holding your hand |
| Before we swept us under the bed |
| And we became practically roommates |
| I'm touching myself by the front door |
| But you don't even look my way no more |
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| You don't even look my way no more |
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