Windows

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I got red eyes on a red eye

I was in your bed, I

Don't think we can be friends, I

Running out of minutes, baby

I've got, I hate it, baby

I know it's drivin' you crazy

But trust me I'm way more crazy

I'm on three strikes

I'm in Tokyo

I got jetlag

Wishing you could hold me close

Smoking on...

Yeah let's line 'em, baby

Try to get back to you

Though this life won't let me choose

There's a window into my heart

You can come in

You can go in when you fit in, baby

There's a window into my heart

Just gotta push to start

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Sippin' on White Russians

With some white Russians

Left you waitin' in the kitchen

Bakin' in the oven

I miss your special kind of lovin'

Kissed you like you were my hubby

I hope someone can try to love me

But I can put no one else above me

I'm on three strikes

I'm in Tokyo

I got jetlag

Wishing you could hold me close

Smoking on...

Yeah let's line 'em, baby

Try to get back to you

Though this life won't let me choose

There's a window into my heart

You can come in, you can go in when you fit in, baby

There's a window into my heart

Just gotta push to start

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy