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What's the point of going out? I don't have a thing to dance about Cause everyone's in love with everyone but me These girls are kissing other chicks Flashing guys who post the pics No, this ain't my scene But damn, it's got you good It's close to midnight And you're making plans just to make out with Anyone who fits the mood I'm afraid I've said too much; The clothes I wore, they don't impress you [Chorus] Fallen hard, but you don't know my name And how I need to feel a hand in mine One heartbeat at a time Maybe I'm starting to feel something Close and tossing stares Bite your lip and twirl your hair You're the hottest thing And you're well aware Oh how they beg, and how they plea Letras de cancionesShortest skirt with rug burned knees You're so typical, and typically a whore I'm afraid I've said to much; The clothes I wore, they don't impress you [Chorus] You've got hopes and dreams And I've got plots and schemes This is probably another thing to cloud my memory You cloud my memory I'm afraid I've said too much; The clothes I wore, they don't impress you [Chorus] (Thanks to Christy for these lyrics) From Letras Mania