Hips sway and lips lie
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Like clock-work she's in control
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Of all the right guys
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And I'm still waiting
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Fitted hats and a car alarm in
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her high-tops with her favorite song
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She's showing off
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The way she walks
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It's on...
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Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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The corners of your empty room
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The trouble we could get into, just
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Fake it for me (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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Disregard the footsteps
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And we'll never tell a soul
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Tonight I'm finding a way
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To make the things that you say
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Just a little less obvious
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I walk a fine line
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Between the right and the real
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They watch me closely
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But talk is cheap here
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Like a weightless currency
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Your words don't mean shit to me
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I'm always cashing out
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Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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The corners of your empty room
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The trouble we could get into, just
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Fake it for me (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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Disregard the footsteps
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And we'll never tell a soul
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Tonight I'm finding a way
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To make the things that you say
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Just a little less obvious, I confess
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Tonight I'm dressed up in gold
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You've got me fucked up and sold;
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You talk like you're famous
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You're shameless
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Tonight I'm finding a way
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To make the things that you say
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Just a little less obvious, I confess
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Tonight I'm dressed up in gold
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You've got me fucked up and sold;
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You talk like you're famous
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You're shameless
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Tonight I'm finding a way
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To make the things that you say
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Just a little less obvious, I confess
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Tonight I'm dressed up in gold
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You've got me fucked up and sold;
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You talk like you're famous
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You're shameless
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Shameless
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All Time Low |