I would want myselfBaby, please believe meI’ll put you through hellJust to know me, yeah, yeahSo sure of yourselfBaby, don’t get greedyThat shit won’t end wellOoh, end well
I see you eyein’ me down, but you’ll never know much past my nameOr how I’m runnin’ this room around and that I’m still half your ageYeah, you’re loo- (loo-loo-) lookin’ at me like I’m some sweet escape
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