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Cute Without The ’e’

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Your lipstick, his collar.. don’t bother angel
I know exactly what goes on

When everything you’ll get is
Everything that you’ve wanted, princess
(well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(me face down, down across your floor)
Me face down, down across your floor
(me face down, down across your floor)
Well just so long as this thing’s loaded

And will you tell all your friends
You’ve got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
This all was only wishful thinkin
And will you tell all your friends
You’ve got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
This all was only wishful thinkin
Let’s go...

Don’t bother trying to explain angel
I know exactly what goes on when you’re on and
How about I’m outside of your window
(how about I’m outside of your window)
Watchin him keep the details covered
You’re such a sucker (you’re such a sucker)
For a sweet talker, yeah

And will you tell all your friends
You’ve got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
This all was only wishful thinkin
(the only thing that I regret is that i, I never let you hold me back)
And will you tell all your friends
You’ve got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
This all was only wishful thinkin

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I wil never ask if you don’t ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don’t ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don’t ever tell me
I know you well enough to know...

Why can’t I feel anything
From anyone other than you?
Why can’t I feel anything
From anyone other than you?

And all of this was all your fault
And all of this

(I stay jealous)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
For this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
As something larger than life
(she’ll destroy us all before she’s through
And find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
For this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
As something larger than life
(she’ll destroy us all before she’s through
And find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
For this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
As something larger than life!

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