It's not that I don't like it, babe It's just that I like it a little too much, oh A kiss on the cheek every time that we meet I turn cactus when we touch, touch
No matter what they say in the streets, We're not in the sheets Bumping bags or on bodies, ooh Speaking of sweet, I gotta make a little confession You're a confection leaving me, holy like teeth
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it too much I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it too much It make me say, "Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh"
It's not that I don't see you, baby It's just that I see ya a little too much, Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah You cover all the zines in my conscious stream And that's so fucking weak, I got subscriptions And no matter what you're doing to me, I keep it to me 'Cause honesty is a boner killer, ah-ha Streets say the long game is the wrong game, But I never pursue it So I play it like I'm foolish
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it too much I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it too much
I don't wanna sing if it's all a dream That means nothing to you And my lips clutch when you open up 'Cause I don't know what to do Ooh, ah Woo
You know I like it, baby You know I like it, baby, I like it I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it I like it too much
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