| Electric relax
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| Chemical attracts
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| Search for satisfacts
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| Electric relax
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| Chemical attracts
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| Search
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| She needed relief out on the floor
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| Drove from Minnesota to watch in Chicago
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| He forgot her name five minutes ago
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| Changed majors in college, you know
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| She could be anybody from out on the road
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| He trying to get out of here? |
| You already know
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| He already know how to pick em
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| Chicks that didn’t bring a whole lot of people with em
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| And everyone else go home but she lingers
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| She wants to make it known she’s not a groupie
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| Didn’t even pull out his room key
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| He smiled and said, «I know, but we’ll see»
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| The longer they talk, the closer she stand
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| Casually touching his shoulder and hand
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| He telling corny-ass jokes but she laughs
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| It was over before it began
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| She said that her ex-boyfriend was a fan
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| She bout to upgrade while getting back at him
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| High off the (energy)
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| Your lips can lie but your eyes can’t hide
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| You’re so high off the (energy)
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| She say:
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| Do you love me, baby? |
| Do you love me?
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| Do you love me, baby?
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| Whether it’s a dive bar or packed coliseum
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| Some amount of people paid money to see him
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| So ladies want to be with him, fellas want to be him
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| Lot of people never got that feeling
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| Spotlight gleaming, audience screaming
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| Really can’t blame a poor girl for dreaming
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| Normal is too big a load to carry
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| At least this boy is extra-ordinary
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| So screwing him makes her extraordinary
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| At least you’re at the head of the line for headliner
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| If he could be mine even for that hour
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| Somehow you’ll return and might absorb that power
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| She’s the winner of the prize
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| Muse of the music, getting him inspired
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| Convinced that he sings directly in your eyes
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| And these fans don’t know nothing
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| He leave the show, they adore him and love him
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| But tonight you’re the woman that holds him when he’s cumming
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| High off the (energy)
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| Your lips can lie but your eyes can’t hide
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| You’re so high off the (energy)
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| And then he say:
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| Do you love me, baby? |
| Do you love me?
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| Do you love me, baby?
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| He’s talking about, All these bitches in the party wanna fuck me
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| He treats them the way he feels, which is ugly
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| Misery hates itself and loves company
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| So thirsty for that feeling
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| Desperately need to believe what they’re hearing so
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| Their smiley face replace the mirror
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| Feed that ego, let’s just feel, though
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| Stage got to be extra tall cause he feels low
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| Libido fill the holes in a beer so
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| Make em scream, make em cream, make em bend
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| Make him forget he’s more naked than them
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| In the land of make-believe and pretend
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| She loves him up like a husband
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| But he got hundreds of these, it’s disgusting
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| Silly little boy, do you think that she doesn’t?
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| Buzzards need buzzards, these are not lovers
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| Two scared suckers masturbating on each other
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| Don’t forget to wear your rubbers
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| When you’re high off the.
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| High off the (energy)
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| Your lips can lie but your eyes can’t hide
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| You’re so high off the (energy)
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| And they say:
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| Do you love me, baby? |
| Do you love me?
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| Do you love me, baby? |