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You’re in the parking lot I’m in the car; it’s locked I didn’t want to let you in When did it get so forced? Drunk by the second course You're never gonna let me win And I tried to hold my tongue But you, you yanked it from my grip Bathed it in petroleum, lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss Turn to the headlight glare Cry and pretend you care I love it when we make a scene Something to talk about Rather than fucking shout Maybe we could go to sleep And you tried to hold your tongue But I, I yanked it from your grip Bathed it in petroleum, lit a cigarette and gave you a kiss From Letras Mania