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You said it yourself You can't help but flirt And I'd be the first to admit That I'm easily hurt I can't take things lightly You said I'm always in a huff I know it was just the once But what if that's enough? Just shut the fuck up And tell me bit by bit 'Cause all I can see is his hand Grabbing a tit I do one four seven one The minute I get in And if your number's not there Your stuff stays in the bin