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Bad reception
Everywhere I go
Missconceptions
Round my back door
Wanted try you on
Wanted to try you out
Don't tell my mother
She might freak out
I was running through your drawers
Hoping you would not bust through the door, baby
Sarah, would it be alright
If I came to you,
Came to you at night
Keep it down below
No-one has to know
Could you shut those doors
I want to try your clothes
With my band by my side
We're finally in
Seeing all the merchandise
Let us begin (begin)
Game is over now
I guess I'm done
Acusations
There's more than one
Did I creep you out?
Did I creep you in?
You don't hate me now
It's who I am
Finally did it but we're under arrest
I'm sorry friends but, this one's a mess