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If I got you just what you wanted Would that make me feel less haunted? I heard that wanting is wrong but I'm sure I'd like to be wanted When you say the gilded one liner I laugh with both of my shiners You got it right where you want it It's just my fix I keep calling So keep calling So keep calling Could that rain be telling me something? Should I act less like a shut in? I think I might be movin' Moonshine, I'm drunk on my musing When you say the gilded one liner You got guts and damn, am I wired Clothesline, hanging up naked Never had a problem fakin' I don't really care if it's four in the morning Call me up and tell me that you want me Hit me with that bad news first When you're at your best, I'm at my worst Letras de canciones I don't really care if it's four in the morning Call me up and tell that you want me Hit me with that bad news first When you're at your best, I'm at my worst I'm dripping dry, getting by I'll be drinking all my clothes off Can I just get some sleep? Do like I said, fool me twice Something's missing, and I'm bored now Grab the rope, pal Tied up to both of my bedposts It's a sight to see, a view almost Sweet thing is making me sour Keep it at a hundred miles an hour I'm getting worse directions Hit the ramp, but missed the connection Too late for any objections Ain't got the spine for corrections I don't really care if it's four in the morning Call me up and tell me that you want me Hit me with that bad news first When you're at your best, I'm at my worst I don't really care if it's four in the morning Call me up and tell me that you want me Hit me with that bad news first When you're at your best, I'm at my worst From Letras Mania