(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree)
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I met you where the walls were velvet.
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Slingin’ chili in a corset.
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Makin’ love to every face that walked into the room.
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It was never my intention to put your service on suspension.
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But I wanted what was flaunted by no matter whom.
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Oooh, oh no.
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Here I go again I’m crazy.
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Oooh, oh no.
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Let’s not talk about religion or about no evolution.
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Let’s not talk about the big bang.
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Or about no air pollution.
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I don’t care about your habbits,
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If all that I’ve heard is true.
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I don’t wanna talk until we’re through.
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You’re kinda like a cartoon mirror.
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Talking to me makes me shiver.
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Water beadin’ down your side onto the hardwood floor
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I have to scold my dog because he licks it off the floor,
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Before I even get a chance to taste a little for myself.
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My head’s spinnin’ from the liquor,
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That you bought from the bartender.
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So excuse me if my center focus is just a little warped.
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But you’ve got my full attention,
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And I’ve got the best intentions.
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If you’ll only keep the deep stuff lyin’ on the floor.
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Talk
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| Marvelous 3 |
