I got a lot to say to you
Yeah, I got a lot to say
I noticed your eyes are always glued to me
Keeping them here
And it makes no sense at all
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
They taped over your mouth
Scribbled out the truth with their lies
You little spies
Crush, crush, crush
Crush, crush
(Two, three, four)
Nothing compares to
A quiet evening alone
Just the one, two
I was just counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be plus than this
If toi want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
'Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending...
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