I'm up in arms about it
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Because I really wanna know your name
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Oh, but my mind is crowded
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With all the clever words I'll never say
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Yeah, I'm goin' down, down
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She's a girl that I might try to wrap my head around
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I'm crawlin' out, out, out
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Of my skin when I think about it
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So, while I'm thinkin' about it, yeah
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I wanna taste you
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I like what I see
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When you're lookin' at me
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Come closer
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Oh, I wanna take you
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Anywhere I want to
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Dirty blonde, red shoes
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of-
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You can try to hide it
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Try to play it colder than ice cream
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Oh, but your eyes are fightin'
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Because I'm nothing like you've ever seen
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Yeah, I'm going down, down
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She's a girl that I might try to wrap my head around
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I'm crawlin' out, out, out
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Of my skin when I think about it
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Well, you bet I think about it, yeah
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I wanna taste you
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I like what I see
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When you're lookin' at me
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Come closer
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Oh, I wanna take you
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Anywhere I want to
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Dirty blonde, red shoes
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Movin' on the double,
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Step into my bubble,
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Baby buys the bottle,
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Let's get into trouble
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Let's get into trouble now
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I wanna taste you
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I like what I see
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When you're lookin' at me
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Come closer
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Oh, I wanna take you
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Anywhere I want to
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Dirty blonde, red shoes
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of you
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Gonna make a mess of you
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I said, I'm gonna make a mess of you
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Trouble
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This Providence |