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Testo Under Your Sheets
Testo Under Your Sheets
And when the night is over this car stops where I want it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a smile to make you feel better about yourself but the truth is I don't care at all.
these cigarettes taste like regrets and I can't stop the smoke from blinding your pretty eyes. step back why do you play these games, your fault you were the one to blame, put your hood up, put your hood up now.
and when the night is over this car stops where I want it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a smile to make you feel better about yourself but the truth is I don't care at all.
i'll wipe these kisses from my lips and give back all the lipstick that you, that you wasted on me. your fingernails are dug in my back and this one night holds more regrets than the first night we met.
these cigarettes taste like regrets and I can't stop the smoke from blinding your pretty eyes. step back why do you play these games, your fault you were the one to blame, put your hood up, put your hood up now.
listen babe, you know how the story goes, its all the same, its all the same.
(what you did was wrong, what you did was wrong)
you're burning up
you're burning up
and when the night is over this car stops where I want it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a smile to make you feel better about yourself but the truth is I don't care at all
these cigarettes taste like regrets and I can't stop the smoke from blinding your pretty eyes. step back why do you play these games, your fault you were the one to blame, put your hood up, put your hood up now.
and when the night is over this car stops where I want it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a smile to make you feel better about yourself but the truth is I don't care at all.
i'll wipe these kisses from my lips and give back all the lipstick that you, that you wasted on me. your fingernails are dug in my back and this one night holds more regrets than the first night we met.
these cigarettes taste like regrets and I can't stop the smoke from blinding your pretty eyes. step back why do you play these games, your fault you were the one to blame, put your hood up, put your hood up now.
listen babe, you know how the story goes, its all the same, its all the same.
(what you did was wrong, what you did was wrong)
you're burning up
you're burning up
and when the night is over this car stops where I want it and when I see that look on your face I'll fake a smile to make you feel better about yourself but the truth is I don't care at all
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