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How many times, how many times do I have to say?
Kiss your neck, play with your hair, promise everything will be okay
When spaceships in bottles lips your a risk I'm willing to take.
My heart in my chest the words from your moth may cause it to break
I got a 1.26 for some coffee and you make me fucking sick.
So get off me, I've got you where I want you; on the end of this gun.
I know you hate when I try to put my words in your mouth
And baby you say these things and you know they won't work out.
You know I hate when you won't let me put my tongue in your mouth