I know its early
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And you hardly even know me but,
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I want your love so bad, so bad
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I'm bound to fuck it up
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Could you tell me what to say?
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You must have heard that line about your eyes a million times
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And now your holding out to hear about your chin
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I bet that that could get me in, let me in
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Could you tell me what to say?
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Tell me what to say...
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When you were young and playing princess in your mother's dress
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Into the mirror dreaming what your prince would say
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I know you still remember to this day
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Could you tell me what to say?
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And sure its not fair
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I might lose all self respect
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Those who say i should be myself
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They have obviously never met you yet
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I can tell by the way your eyes roll
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The way you stab the ice in your glass
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That its over
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I can see you signaling to a friend
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Whispering make this end
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You should have told me what to say
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Tell me what to say
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Tell me what to say
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(It's very primitive still)
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Tell Me What To Say
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| John Mayer |
