I don't wanna chain you
or use duck tape
but I sometimes get home
even before the morning paper
You say you are tired
because of overtime
Was it a pizza driver who called
thanked for the last night
I don't know that perfume
you are on your phone again
Why do you hide in your scarf
and I'm thinking
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So what the fuck
I'm running out of humor
I'm glad you have friends
but friends don't give hickies
So what the fuck
your legos are about to drop
Heard some stories
about your drunk kisses
So what the fuck
I'm running out of humor
I don't wanna stalk you
or use finder
but in your bathroom closet
there was an eyeliner
When you are looking for new friends
on Tinder
I wait for a new surprise
like it was a Kinder
I don't know that perfume
you fix your collars
Those ain't mosquito bites
and I'm thinking
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So what the fuck
I'm running out of humor
I wanna give you one last chance
On Sunday morning I apologize
for over-reacting or for asking too much
your door is opened by my best friend
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