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Chris I'm gone in a flick, but back in a second With salted skin, rash for no reason Boys are loading their arms, girls gasp with envy F-f-for whom are they mimicking endlessly? Same old sadness in small lumps on my jaw For lusting after is the usual freak show May your girl come, birdie die under this spur F-f-fingers angrily sunk on the jugular Girlfriend Don't feel like a girlfriend But lover Damn, I'd be your lover Girlfriend Don't feel like a girlfriend But lover Damn, I'd be your lover Yes sir, I am wet, for I abandoned my fame in the lake Let's see now how fast you're breathing and how long this will all take Those who used to pass by me think they are baffling a liar F-f-fuck is you? You don't even taste much better! Came back steaming in sweats in the morning Letras de cancionesI muscled in for I wanted to hold him Then shriveled to let those bird-dogs rage through F-f-f is me? F-f-fuck is you? F-f-fuck is you now [Christine and the Queens & DâM-FunK:] Girlfriend Don't feel like a girlfriend But lover Damn, I'd be your lover Girlfriend Don't feel like a girlfriend But lover Damn, I'd be your lover Chris, I don't know why you trippin' Touché, touché, touché, touché... Touché, touché, touché, touché... Touché, touché, touché, touché... (You got to keep on rollin' girl) (Keep rollin', rollin') Touché, touché, touché, touché... (B-b-b-baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché... (B-b-b-baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché... (B-b-b-baby) Touché, touché, touché, touché... (Oh no) Touché, touché, touché, touché... Yeah From Letras Mania