8 July 2009
All this time I was wasting Hoping you would come around I've been giving out chances every time And all you do is let me down And it's taking me this longBaby but I figured you outAnd you're thinking
Got it all figured out inside of my headThere's a bag packed up at the foot of my bed You say the word, baby I'm all setWe'll cover our tracks Tell a couple white lies Make sure we got a good alibi An
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