With one or two I get used to the room
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We go slow when we first make our moves
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By five or six bring you out to the car
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Number nine with my head on the bar
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And it's sad, but true
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Out of cash and I.O.U's
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I've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
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My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
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Bring you back to the bar
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Get you out of the cold
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A sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes
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And they're scared that we know
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All the crimes they'll commit
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Who they'll kiss before they get home
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I will lie awake
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Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
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Let you fall for every empty word I say
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Barely conscious in the door where you stand
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Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands
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You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
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I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do
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And your hair smells of smoke
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Who will cast the first stone?
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You can sin or spend the night all alone
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Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
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In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
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You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
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If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart
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Cause it's all you can be
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You're a drunk and you're scared
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It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free
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I will lie awake
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And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
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Let you fall for every empty word I say
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I will lie awake
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And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
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Let you fall for every empty word I say
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I will lie awake
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And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
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Let you fall for every empty word I say
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Me Vs. Maradona Vs. Elvis
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