Don't put another thing on my plate My brain is so full of your face I ate I counted the hours Since the minute that I drove by you
And I got a scar where you saw me Don't think I'll see you around
Come back Sunday (come back Sunday) Everyday's a Monday Now that you're gone Come back Sunday (come back Sunday) Before I got a minute The minute was gone Think you kinda dug me But other guys are up above me Trying to get to you cause I let you go
I like to think I'm a pretty slick guy But something in the sunlight between your thighs Turned me into mush with a certified crush on you
Oh, what a fool I must be So far away from my world.
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And it's never been so weird To be at the bottom looking up And I went into this movie of blood and guts Thinking I was the shit, I was all grown up And I wonder, if you wonder, what we could be
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