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He's four on the floor He's stuck in the door He's asking for trouble Just by asking for more No more saying goodbyes No more asking her why No more leaving a love note Making songs in the sky Believe it, it's through Believe it, it's true You and me girl like second grade crushes Cue a whirl and strike, got me doing crunches Playing games for fun, packing picnic lunches Pullin no punches just drinks at the Tip Fooling no one, we joined at the hip Slip your hand into mine an I kiss your lips Grip an flip, throw ya over my shoulder PBR at the bar gotta have it colder I'm a little older, and I'm a little bolder Sold you my heart, or I gave it for free Gold from the start, laid under the tree Played on the beach and swam in the sea I'd stay by your side if you stay by mine But you seem confused by your own design There still might be time Time's enough with a dime Dime's a penny with you Penny's wishes come true And then it takes a turn Turning over and over and over and over and decline Now four on the floor, love note on your door My heart's in your hands, I'm asking for more Memorized your body I want to explore Lewis and Clark on the next expedition Forget all the others, multiply by addition Jets on full throttle, love is the prescription I was your conscription, didn't you know it? "Isn't it the best?" that's you I quoted I've been demoted but I'd like to reload it Beiber saying sorry, Taylor saying stay All you had to do was... all we did was play Friends got the feels? maybe someday Laughter and squeals got me thinking something faster Touch your face with my lips... then you close the chapter Believe it, it's through Believe it, it's true Turning over and over and over and decline
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