excuse me miss i got little question to ask
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i know we just met but i was hopin i could grab your ass
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and will grab me back, while i'm checkin ya rack
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spilled my drink on you on purpose so we could have a good laff
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watch some flick
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cuddle, play
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watch that chick
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sip champagne
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clothes off
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pillow fight
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video camera
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nightlight
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now we hooked up once
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we've hooked up thrice
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you've slept left side
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and i've slept right
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and we meet by chance
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never making plans
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tap you on the shoulder take your hand
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dance, like Howie Day you and i collide
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and i can feel in your touch you got sex on your mind
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but we're both playing games cuz we both wanna win
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there's lots to lose and we don't wanna lose again
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then its one shot, two shot, rum, jack, chase
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then its short kiss, long kiss, see how she tastes
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then its left hand right cheek see how she shakes
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then its my place her place lights on closed drapes
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hold up cuz her friend's all pissed
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you'll regret going home with him, don't do this
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fuck that bitch, fuck this plot twist
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i'm not leaving tonight i want a good morning kiss
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so we all walk home and i promise i'll be good
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i try, never quit like the little engine that could
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not leaving till i get suck sex so good
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the big bad wolf walking home little riding hood
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but the nights not done
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there's lots more fun
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she invites me in
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i'm in wink nod gun
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but the jokes on me cuz this was all her plan
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Coldplay playin, candles on her nightstand
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good morning sun. good morning note.
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sorry, have to work let yourself out she wrote
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so i guess that's the game, leave, ignore, forget
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and me i fucked up cuz i let her get in my head
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and the phone rings voicemail, "beep" i'll call you back
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yeah right. how many times have i fallen for that
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and it all comes down to we wanna get laid
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but don't wanna get played
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and its a trade
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its ok, play games, be lame, its alright
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i'll have a slumber party with someone else tonight
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she'll be hands on the headboard, ass to the sky
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enjoying a whole lot of $ucksex inside
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friday night, your fat friends me to come out
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hmmm...i wonder what the hell this is about
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every move is calculated, every move is planned
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black shirt, washed jeans, cologne, tag left hand
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bring a bottle of wine? fuck i'm bringing an ex
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ingredients for jealousy...mmmmm....check.
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walk in, light the torch, no going back
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let her and her girlfriends sit, sip, have a little chat
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and plot their next move, but they won't jump me
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sex in the city, i got every dvd
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these girls think its real, so that's how they act
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and they been kickin my ass, and i'm about to fight back
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i introduce laura she's in on take
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cuz she wants a little action, she goes both ways
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and we're one two three, drinking 151
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last call, but the night and the girls is young
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back at the ranch man its 5V 1D
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this girl, my, ex and her friends and me
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and hot tubs bubbling the clothes is all gone
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girls on girls on me then a sing along
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let's hook up, let's go
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let's have a slumber party whoa!
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let's hook up, let's go
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let's have a slumber party whoa!
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let’s hook up let’s go
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let's do it real slow
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let's hook up, let's go
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let's have a slumber party whoa!
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Slumber Party!
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| Former Fat Boys |
