Bad, Bad Love (with Ori Russo)

Honestly, I'm sure you're not good for me
In every part that you're made of
But, on Friday there's a show,
And you're the only one that I wanna take with me
Every time we're talking,
I somehow hurt you again and again and again
So I decided to remove you
From the contacts on my phone

The matter is quite simple -
If I can't talk with you, I can't hurt you
You keep on sending me messages,
But I delete the conversations the moment we're done
I'm dying to see you,
But I know I'll suffer.
I only wanna have sex with you again and again
And when we talk,
I never bring up the fact
That I'm making love
With the women that you hate



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