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I wanna ask about you but I’m too headstrong I’m at the party where have you and all your friends gone? I can’t lose, don’t wanna have to choose But I have to ask about you but I’m too headstrong Is there somebody else that you can rest your head on? You don’t have to speak I already know you’re lying Standing on your seat This is really poor timing I wanna wear a tennis skirt But you say you prefer my jeans I don’t really think you’re worth all of this trying Is there somebody else that you can rest your head on? I’d be your pillow but I’m sick of getting slept on Is thеre somebody that you need to get ahеad of? I’d be your bandaid but I’m sick of getting bled on Is this the right thing? I’m sick to death of dying I’m a sailor, you’re the siren So if you just keep singing then You don’t have to speak I already know you’re lying Letras de cancionesStanding on your seat This is really poor timing I wanna wear a tennis skirt But you say you prefer my jeans I don’t really think you’re worth it You don’t have to speak God I already know you’re lying Standing on your seat This is really poor timing I wanna wear a tennis skirt But you say you prefer my jeans I don’t really think you’re worth all of this trying I don’t really think you’re worth all of this trying From Letras Mania