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You're at my house you're in my clothes No one knows, knows. You're in my head like a dumb song It just goes, goes. You're on my lips and on my face And it shows, shows. I should be happy and I am I want you close to me. You're like a simile, like totally. You're like a deep sleep to an insomniac. You're like the ocean floor, vast and cool. You're like a swimming pool, but not as blue. And I fell in, so take my hand, and swim around. Kiss me hard, until I drown. I wanna be your shirt, So I can hug you while you work. I wanna be your wife, So you can beat me every night. You're like a toothpick to teeth, mintiful. You're like a metaphor for something else. You're like a teen flick soundtrack. You're sharper than a ginsu thumbtack, you cut my can. So say you're mine, I'll give you back. Letras de cancionesTake these hands, they'll squeeze back. I wanna be your shirt, So I can hug you while you work. I wanna be your wife, So you can beat me every night. I wanna be your girl, So you can hold me like your girl. I wanna be your shrink, So I'll get paid to watch you think From Letras Mania