Bubble-gum cum-stain memories
Late night talks of swapping drugs for a wedding ring
Couldn't kick the habit so her tongue is just a memory
Silent tennis speak, saw 40 love
It's back to love love to you miss, you got me fucked up
I'll be better off a eunuch, swapping record deals for an arrow off of Cupid
Is that ruthless?, man that's stupid
Remember splitting fifty/fifty on some beers
Had you butt-naked tripping up the stairs
Cuz' who the fuck cares when it's me and you
Yeah, I don't usually do this, and that'd need excuse
But yeah I needed you
Call me dumbo, gripped the trunk in the pants
Had to smoke a little something at the party to dance
I left the party to piss, back to Bacardi and Chance
A quick getaway with you to try some drunken romance
No plans, no schemes, just you and I
Cuz when I saw you eyeing up that other guy, It's no lie
Take a page out the book called pain
You see if it hurts it means it's worth it
You've got the game and you can't learn from the bullshit kiddy stuff, pissy fits, late nights, picture this, me and her, kicking back, killing it working with corduroy, bitch fits arguing wondering, are you the one? or one of the wrong ones?
I've been blundering since my ma found the skins in my room
I found worse digging around my own head for a tune, It goes
Dum dee-dee
Dum da dum-da! x4
It was that brutish kind of love
Wanted affection thought the bruises was enough
Damn right moody with the muff
Only let me hit it when i play with her enough, but
She played me, like
Dum dee-dee
Dum da dum-da! x4
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