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Trouble
I'm up in arms about it Because I really wanna know your name Oh, but my mind is crowded With all the clever words I'll never say
Yeah, I'm goin' down, down She's a girl that I might try to wrap my head around I'm crawlin' out, out, out Of my skin when I think about it So, while I'm thinkin' about it, yeah
I wanna taste you I like what I see When you're lookin' at me Come closer
Oh, I wanna take you Anywhere I want to Dirty blonde, red shoes Gonna make a mess of you Gonna make a mess of you Gonna make a mess of you
Gonna make a mess of- You can try to hide it Try to play it colder than ice cream Oh, but your eyes are fightin' Because I'm nothing like you've ever seen
Yeah, I'm going down, down She's a girl that I might try to wrap my head around I'm crawlin' out, out, out Of my skin when I think about it Well, you bet I think about it, yeah Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I wanna taste you I like what I see When you're lookin' at me Come closer
Oh, I wanna take you Anywhere I want to Dirty blonde, red shoes Gonna make a mess of you Gonna make a mess of you Gonna make a mess of you
Movin' on the double, Step into my bubble, Baby buys the bottle, Let's get into trouble Let's get into trouble now
I wanna taste you I like what I see When you're lookin' at me Come closer
Oh, I wanna take you Anywhere I want to Dirty blonde, red shoes Gonna make a mess of you Gonna make a mess of you Gonna make a mess of you I said, I'm gonna make a mess of you
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