It's not that I don't trust you
I just know what you've been up to
And this dial tone is agreeing
With everything I've had in mind
And you've got your high as a...
Kite tricks in the bag
So as his eyes move past your shoulder
And your shades start moving in the same direction
Don't worry I, well I won't say a thing
And you can't blame a girl for... (you can't blame a girl for...)
Stickin' to what she knows
For stickin' to what she knows
Hope he takes his time and...
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
You smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
Hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
Can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
If I could get to sleep then
I guess you could stop pretending
Cause if I didn't think you loved it
Well then, I wouldn't play along
You've got your high as a... (you've got your high as a...)
Kite tricks in the bag
Kite tricks in the bag
Hope he takes his time and...
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
You smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
Hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
I hope that when he leaves you still
You smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can
You're down for selling me out
While I play dumb
It's cool, cause I let you
Thought I'd never catch you
You say, "we're only friends"
Yeah, real good friends... I bet, I bet
You're down for selling me out
While I play dumb
It's cool, cause I let you
Thought I'd never catch you
You say, "we're only friends"
Yeah, real good friends... I bet, I bet
You're down for selling me out
While I play dumb
It's cool, cause I let you
Thought I'd never catch you
You say, "we're only friends"
Yeah, real good friends... I bet, I bet
Forget your legs around my hips
Forget your hands pressed on my back
Forget the letters that I kept
This is another I won't send
Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs
Forget our one last kiss goodbye
Forget me stakin' out your house
Forget I've got you figured out
Forget your legs around my hips
Forget your hands pressed on my back
Forget the letters that I kept
This is another I won't send
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