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My mom's angry with you She caught on that all of her money was going Straight from me back to you Did you get the job that we talked about? Do you like the food that I put in your mouth? Can I borrow your sweater while I go out? Baby Some tell me that I should try Pretty boys that'll make me cry Or the more violent type that will make my blood run with fright But I think that I'm stuck on you I think you're a star Baby, I love you. Post a comment in response: |
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