April
May 2010
Do you see me Do you feel me like I feel you Call your number I can not get through You don't hear me and I dont understand When I reach out I dont find your hand Were they wasted words and did they
And now we lookin' like pimps In my gold Trans-Am. Got a water bottle full of whiskey In my handbag. Got my drunk text on I'll regret it in the mornin' But tonight I don't give a I don't give a I don'
He kissed my lips I taste your mouth He pulled me in I was disgusted with myself Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one
Leave me out with the waste This is not what I do It's the wrong kind of place To be thinking of you It's the wrong time For somebody new It's a small crime And I've got no excuse Is that alright? G
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