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You got that sugar in your voice You're living shameless, it's a choice You keep your laces like your boys Tied up, tied up, tied up, tied up And there's a word around this town It's kinda sounding like your name And more than rumors get around I was lined up, lined up, lined up But cherry chapstick, drama queen Tiptoeing these downtown streets Tried to sink her nails in me But i don't really need to see what's under that T-shirt, i could but i gotta fuck with me first Girl you know you're hotter than a fever (fever) But i don't run around with sneakers (sneakers) No, you don't even like me You just want another pair of nikes To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers (bleachers) But i don't run around with sneakers (sneakers) No, i don't run around with I know i could take you home And let you dirty up my soul But you'd just leave me all alone so Time's up, time's up, time's up, time's up but I mean, i want to but i can't make those promises The loose lips lovers who goin' put double knots in this Letras de cancionesFrom seven little digits on the bathroom stall Everybody's had their hands up under your T-shirt, i could but i gotta fuck with me first Girl you know you're hotter than a fever (fever) But i don't run around with sneakers (sneakers) No, you don't even like me You just want another pair of nikes To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers (bleachers) But i don't run around with sneakers (sneakers) No, i don't run around with Cherry chapstick, drama queen Tiptoeing these downtown streets Tried to sink her nails in me But i don't really need to see what's under that T-shirt, i could but i gotta fuck with me first Girl you know you're hotter than a fever But i don't run around with sneakers, oh You don't even like me You just want another pair of nikes To kick it and to kiss under the bleachers (bleachers) But i don't run around with sneakers (sneakers) No, i don't run around with (sneakers, sneakers) From Letras Mania