Folk 4
I feel an aching pain, inside my fucking brain
I couldn't even figure it out if I tried
You look like a fucking mess
I bet you feel even worse
The last time I saw you you couldn't stop talking about your boyfriend
I thought I was your boyfriend the way that I'm kissing your neck
And every time you undress
Every time we have sex
Every time I leave your place
Every time I kiss your face
Every time every time every time
I couldn't even figure it out if I tried
You look like a fucking mess
I bet you feel even worse
The last time I saw you you couldn't stop talking about your boyfriend
I thought I was your boyfriend the way that I'm kissing your neck
And every time you undress
Every time we have sex
Every time I leave your place
Every time I kiss your face
Every time every time every time
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Writer(s): Antonio Gaspar
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