Infatuated...You've got me tied up in your game
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But when my heart gets broken, I'll only have myself to blame
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Still I'm elated every time I hear you speak
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I can't believe that someone like you could make me act so weird
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And it's ha-a-a-a-ard to self respect, 'caz you're the one who bruises me but the one I protect
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And it's ha-a-a-a-ard 'caz you know you're in control
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Please stop calling me 'caz you know I can't say no
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I will be... your call for booty
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I will sleep... wherever you want me
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I will be... your call for booty
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I will keep... holding on 'til you love me
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And I'm exhausted... I need to clear my head
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But it's hard to find the time when I'm running to your bed
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You think it's funny 'caz your friends gave me a name
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They say "booty call, booty call, booty call, I can't believe she came"
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And it's ha-a-a-a-ard to trust myself again...'caz the words you whisper to me have only been pretend
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And it's ha-a-a-a-ard to walk away
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Please stop calling me 'caz you know I'll always say...
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I will be... your call for booty
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I will sleep... wherever you want me
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I will be... your call for booty
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I will keep... holding on 'til you love me
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Booty Call
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| Emeli Sande |
