You said keep your mouth your money is
Is that what you talk about me, dear, I know, I know
You keep your secrets low, that's why I'm positive
That you were so damn good

If I could keep you out of my bed
I will keep you out of my head, dear, you know, you know
Don't try to act a fool, you know we were never cool
Until I picked you up from summer school

And I can't keep you off my mind
You're like the catchy little rhyme
From that mainstream song
Everyone hears and get the lyrics wrong
And I can't seem to make up my mind
You're like the dirty rhyme
From that T-Pain song
Everyone likes and thinks they know that one

And no, I never lost my number
I just really really wanted yours, you know, you know
My (?) pick up lines were never one to catch the eye
But I caught yours

Oh, and it started with a dry poem
(?) on the telephone, you know, you know
I kept you up all night and your secrets were as safe as mine
And see, now they're (?)

And I can't keep you off my mind
You're like the catchy little rhyme
From that mainstream song
Everyone hears and get the lyrics wrong
And I can't seem to make up my mind
You're like the dirty rhyme
From that T-Pain song
Everyone likes and thinks they know that one


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Summer-Schooled song meanings
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