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Giving it all, physically

Grasp me, kiss me with your hips against me

Let’s fist-fight mentally

Misery, regretting all the ones we’re missing

Wake up with me,

West of the Mississippi

Pretend we’re both still pretty,

Disheveled from the night before

Looking brand new when the daylight light glows

Stay just a while

While we fight off denial

This was a one time deal,

But girl, you fucking wild

Like your style

Call when you’re lonely

Just go ahead, phone me

I’ll be back tonight to wake up with you tomorrow morning


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