I make her say ooh
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Ooh
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I make her say ooooooooh
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I got the dirty old hands of a drummer in a band but I never really hit the sticks
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I got the sun burned tan of every working man who's spent a minute in a ditch
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And I ain't gonna try to tell another lie
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You never shoulda let me in
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Cause I'm the type of guy who's never let inside to show you where my hands have been
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This is now, that was then
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You broke my heart, I let you in
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This is now, that was then
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I fucked around with all your friends
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Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh
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Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh
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This is now, that was then
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Forget all about the past and let's hit it again.
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I make her say ooh
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Ooh
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I make her say ooooooooh
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She's eleven out of ten; got a body with a pin
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You could pull it like a hand grenade
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And I don't know where she's going,
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But I know where she's been, cause it's the only time my bed's been made
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And I ain't gonna try to tell another lie
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You trip me when you let me in
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Cause I'm the type of guy who drinks until his eyes lose sight of what's in front of him
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This is now, that was then
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You broke my heart, I let you in
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This is now, that was then
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I fucked around with all your friends
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Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh
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Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh
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This is now, that was then
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Forget all about the past and let's hit it again
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She's the portrait of a model
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I'm just a picture of a man
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She's got her fingers on a bottle
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But I'm drinking from a can
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And she's always seeing people
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And I'm always on my own
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But she's right here begging
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Saying "take me home"
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"Take me home..."
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This is now, that was then
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You broke my heart, I let you in
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This is now, that was then
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I fucked around with all your friends
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Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh
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Woah, woah, woah-oh-oh
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This is now, that was then
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Forget all about the past and let's hit it again
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Hit It Again
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| 3oh!3 |
