Paris

I was sprawled out on my floor
Kind of want to talk, but we're not talking anymore
And I can't even remember your face
Just a glimpse of a blonde and the roll of your tongue
But I swear I don't remember your taste
And you left me naked and distressed
From all that skin we never pressed
I stumbled straight into your bed
And then I told you how it felt
But you were looking for a way
That you could find yourself some sex and some security

But I don't want to be that guy
That's turning up at your house in the middle of the night, no, no
No I don't want to be that guy who's turning up in the middle of the night
Just waiting for your boyfriend to go

And you possesses me like a ghost when you're away
And all your charms and your good looks were never gonna be enough
To make me sit around and stay

But I don't want to be that guy
That's turning up at your house in the middle of the night, no, no
No I don't want to be that guy
who's turning up at your house in the middle of the night
Just waiting for your boyfriend to go

And if I loved you, it'd be the worst thing I could ever do
If I loved you

And if I loved you, it'd be the worst thing I could ever do
If I loved you
If I loved you

I don't want to be that guy
That's turning up at your house in the middle of the night, no, no
No I don't want to be that guy
who's turning up at your house in the middle of the night
No No

But if I loved you, it'd be the worst thing I could ever do
If I loved you

But if I loved you, it'd be the worst thing I could ever do
If I loved you
If I loved you

If I



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Writer(s): Jack Barnaby Savidge, Edward David Huw Macfarlane, Edward John Frederick Gibson, Axel Lars Willner
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