Sit around the fire as I tell my storie
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About this female that was for sale, at least not for me
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I saw her at the bar, across the dance floor
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I said I like your style, she said I was a whore
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Don't get me wrong I don't mean to be rude you just
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Try'in to pin me with this, attitude
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I said, no no no, you got it mixed up
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Cause the girl was insane
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So I followed up with
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You got something over me
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You got me crazy that I just can't breathe
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But you don't wanna give it to me
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I, I, I, I
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I say okay
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No way
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Went home right after to my, lonely bed
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Replayed the conversation situation, in my head
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I got you phone number from a distant friend
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And you picked up, I hung up, I called aging
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I finally say hi, you say how'd you get this number screaming
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It's not me it's your friendly prank caller
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And every day since I have seen you since
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I tried to let you understand cause I am convinced that
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You got something over me
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You got me crazy that I just can't breathe
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But you don't wanna give it to me
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I, I, I, I
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I say okay
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Prank Caller
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