| With one or two, I get used to the room
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| We go slow when we first make our moves
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| By five or six, bring you out to the car
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| Number nine with my head on the bar
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| And it’s sad but true, out of cash and IOUs
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| I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
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| My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
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| Bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold
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| My sober straight face gets you out of your clothes
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| And they’re scared that we know all the crimes they’ll commit
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| Who they’ll kiss before they get home
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| I will lie awake and lie for fun
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| And fake the way I hold you
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| Let you fall for every empty word I say
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| Barely conscious in the door where you stand
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| Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demands
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| You laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute
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| I almost feel sorry for what I’m gonna do
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| And your hair smells of smoke
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| Who will cast the first stone?
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| You can sin or spend the night all alone
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| Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
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| In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
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| You’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start
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| If you let me have my way, I swear, I’ll tear you apart
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| Cause it’s all you can be
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| You’re a drunk, and you’re scared
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| It’s ladies night, all the girls drink for free
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| I will lie awake and lie for fun
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| And fake the way I hold you
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| Let you fall for every empty word I say
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| I will lie awake and lie for fun
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| And fake the way I hold you
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| Let you fall for every empty word I say |