I don't wanna chain you
Or use duct tape
But you're home almost always
Even before the morning paper
You say that you're beat
From the overtime work
Was that the pizza delivery guy calling
Thanked for last night?
I don't recognize that perfume
You're on your phone again
Why are you hiding in your scarf
And I'm like
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What the actual fuck is this
I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
It's nice that you've got friends
But friends don't give hickeys
What the actual fuck is this
You're gonna start losing teeth soon
I heard some stuff about
Your drunken French kisses
What the actual fuck is this
I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
I don't wanna stalk you
Or use Finder
But from your bathroom cabinet
I found eyeliner
As you're looking for friends
From their Tinder-profile pics
I'm waiting for a new surprise
Like from a Kinder surprise egg
I don't recognize that perfume
You're fixing your collars
Those aren't mosquito bites
And I'm like
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I wanna give you one more chance
On a Sunday morning I will apologize
For overreacting or just asking for too much
Your door is opened by my best friend
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