Stinking up the curb lane baby
In the middle of the afternoon
On the street looked like you do
I swung in a circle around
By the time I got to where I thought I saw you
You were nowhere to be found
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
Now I see you now I don't
First you love me, then you won't
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
And your dress is just a little undone
I think you're trying to drive me crazy
My friends say I'm all you talk about
Whenever I leave this town
When I come back and search you out
You're playing tricks on me
Now I see you now I don't
First you love me, and then you won't
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
You're playing tricks on me
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