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I picked you out <br />Of a crowd and talked to you. <br />Said I liked your shoes, <br />You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?" <br /> <br />So it's up the stairs, <br />And out of view. No prying eyes. <br />I poured some wine. <br />When I asked your name; <br />You asked the time. <br /> <br />Now it's two o'clock. <br />The club is closed, <br />We are up the block. <br />Your hands are on me, <br />Pressing hard against your jeans, <br />Your tongue in my mouth, <br />Trying to keep the words from coming out, <br />You didn't care to know <br />Who else may have been you before. <br /> <br />I want a lover I don't have to love, <br />I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck. <br />Where's the kid with the chemicals? <br />I thought he said to meet him here, <br />But I'm not sure. <br />I've got the money <br />If you've got the time. <br />You said, "It feels good." <br />I said "I'll give it a try." <br /> <br />Then my mind went dark, <br />We both forgot where your car was parked. <br />Let's just take the train. <br />I'll meet up with the band in the morning <br /> <br />Bad actors, with bad habits... <br />Some sad singers, they just play tragic. <br />And the phone is ringing, <br />And the van is leaving <br />Let's just keep touching, <br />Let's just keep...keep singing <br /> <br />I want a lover I don't have to love, <br />I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk. <br />Where's the kid with the chemicals? <br />I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full. <br />I need some meaning I can memorize. <br />The kind I have always seems to slip my mind. <br /> <br />But you, but you... <br /> <br />You write such pretty words, <br />But life's no storybook. <br />Love's an excuse to get hurt. <br />And to hurt. <br />Do you like to hurt? <br />I do, I do. <br />Then hurt me, <br />Then hurt me, <br />Then hurt me...
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I picked you out <br />Of a crowd and talked to you. <br />Said I liked your shoes, <br />You said, "Thanks, Can I follow you?" <br /> <br />So it's up the stairs, <br />And out of view. No prying eyes. <br />I poured some wine. <br />When I asked your name; <br />You asked the time. <br /> <br />Now it's two o'clock. <br />The club is closed, <br />We are up the block. <br />Your hands are on me, <br />Pressing hard against your jeans, <br />Your tongue in my mouth, <br />Trying to keep the words from coming out, <br />You didn't care to know <br />Who else may have been you before. <br /> <br />I want a lover I don't have to love, <br />I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck. <br />Where's the kid with the chemicals? <br />I thought he said to meet him here, <br />But I'm not sure. <br />I've got the money <br />If you've got the time. <br />You said, "It feels good." <br />I said "I'll give it a try." <br /> <br />Then my mind went dark, <br />We both forgot where your car was parked. <br />Let's just take the train. <br />I'll meet up with the band in the morning <br /> <br />Bad actors, with bad habits... <br />Some sad singers, they just play tragic. <br />And the phone is ringing, <br />And the van is leaving <br />Let's just keep touching, <br />Let's just keep...keep singing <br /> <br />I want a lover I don't have to love, <br />I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk. <br />Where's the kid with the chemicals? <br />I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full. <br />I need some meaning I can memorize. <br />The kind I have always seems to slip my mind. <br /> <br />But you, but you... <br /> <br />You write such pretty words, <br />But life's no storybook. <br />Love's an excuse to get hurt. <br />And to hurt. <br />Do you like to hurt? <br />I do, I do. <br />Then hurt me, <br />Then hurt me, <br />Then hurt me...
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