[verse 1]
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They all said she’s just, another groupie slut
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I said I thought youre anything but (thinking again)
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Sometimes reputations outlive their applications
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Sometimes fires don’t go out, when you don't play with them
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I feel so funny deep inside
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When you kiss me goodbye
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[chorus]
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Sugar high (got to have it really need it to get by)
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Sugar high (got to feel it can’t conceal it sugar high)
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[verse 2]
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We can go out and not even leave the house
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TV set and a bottle of wine
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Just fine
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Making out on that old pull out couch
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Watching Saturday Night Live
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I Guess that’s why
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I get a funny feeling inside
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When I lick between your thighs
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[chorus]
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Sugar high (got to have it really need it to get by)
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Sugar high (got to feel it can’t conceal it sugar high)
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[verse/interlude]
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And I’ve search both, far and wide
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Explored the deepest cabins in my mind
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To try to find, an explanation why
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I get this funny feeling, deep inside
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When you kiss me goodbye
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I want to lick between your thighs
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[chorus]
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Sugar high (got to have it really need it to get by)
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Sugar high (got to feel it can’t conceal it sugar high)
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Sugar high (got to have it really need it to get by)
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Sugar high (got to feel it can’t conceal it sugar high)
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Sugarhigh
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| Cute Is What We Aim For |
