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I put you on the King car You'll be home in an hour I ought to wipe the slate clean With new sheets and a shower You think I jumped the gun Well, I think I bit the bullet If I held that trigger again I think I'd aim at you and pull it I don't really know you But you were no Casanova You decide what I'm here to provide Fun and conversation versus Good old-fashioned lubrication I'm fine, this is all contrived And I'm fine that you're just On vacation I don't regret what we did Nothing wrong with a little impulse But, man, what I wouldn't give To be the one not returning your calls I don't really know you Letras de cancionesBut you were no Casanova And that just goes to show you That I'm right back where I started Not even broken-hearted I'm not even broken-hearted It's a little bit to late To correct this whole mistake So I'm laying where we lay Trying to lose this constant replay I don't really know you But you were no Casanova And that just goes to show you That I'm right back where I started Not even broken-hearted From Letras Mania