Of a crowd and talked to you You said "Thanks can I follow you?" And out of view, no prying eyes
Pressing hard against your jeans Tryin to keep the words from comin out Who else may have been here before
I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought I'd meet him here I got the money if you got the time I said, "I'll give it a try"
We both forgot where your car was parked I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors, with bad habits Let's just, keep on singing
I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Yea, where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need a meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
You write such pretty words Love's an excuse to get hurt
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