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Nov 24, 2005 23:53

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did, and I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Then any boy you'll ever meet. Sweetie you had me.
Girl, I was it. Look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat.
No, no, no, you know, it will always just be me.

So, I guess we're back to us. Oh cameraman, swing the focus!
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
Let's pick up, pick up.

Oh, now I do recall, we just were getting to the part…
Where the shock sets in,
and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I sure hope you didn’t expect to get all of the attention.
Let's not get selfish, did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?
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