(see if you can do what the next song tells you to do)

(I was having a really good time…
…and you fucked it up baby)

I like the way your hips ride those curves
This brings me joy more than this boy deserves
But when your sister calls me late at night
I get confused and I don’t know what’s right

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

I like your whisky and your fine preserves
And although your saxophone gets on my nerves
I love the way you play the cor anglais
But I’ve seen your sister in her negligee

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH

I wake up every morning just to see your face
I put the pedal to the metal and get out of this place
And if I were you then I wouldn’t be me
And if you were her then where would we be
Well… yeah……..

I see you get angry, I get butterflies
I wish there were someway we could compromise
I will love you every night in every way
If I can see your sister sometime in the day

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH



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