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Got a plate of pink cupcakes To sugarcoat the aftertaste But the blue it floods my eyes Your hands grip mine, my tongue still dies for you, ha Ooh-ooh, and I'm back in black again I know it's a touch I can't forget What's that burning like a cigarette? Can I cross you out and unlearn you From my body? I didn't never really dress In case you'd thought I was asking for it In my speech, my moves, my eyes You stay disguised, I'm back to a child Can I cross you out and unlearn you? Oh, oh-oh, ooh woah Wash them many doubts and unlearn you From my body Ooh-ooh, and I'm back in black again I know it's a touch I can't forget What's that burning like a cigarette? Can I cross you out and unlearn you From my body? From Letras Mania