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(Verse) Tired of being lonely, Waiting for my homie. Looking at my phone, Waiting for that call, telling me that you can come home. (Pre-Chorus) Another glass of it right now, This would be my eight round. Now everything’s a blur, You kind of look like her, but all I can think is you, you. Baby, at you, at you, There she goes. (Chorus) I don’t wanna dance with you, no I don’t wanna dance with you, no, I don’t wanna dance with you, I don’t wanna dance with you, with you, with you. (Verse) So she ask me why you come here Shouldn’t you be at home? Be at home, at home, at home. (Pre-Chorus) Letras de cancionesAnother glass of it right now, This would be my ninth round. She said “I could do it good” Either if she could, but all I can think of is you, you, Baby, at you, at you, There she goes. (Chorus) I don’t wanna dance with you, no I don’t wanna dance with you, no, I don’t wanna dance with you, I don’t wanna dance with you, with you, with you. From Letras Mania