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Track 8
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Lennon Stella
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You're like track eight on my favorite record Nobody knows your name But I would die for you You're like a date, and nobody paid for You walk out the door with the check in your pocket But you just forgot it Just trying to figure you out with Every word that comes out of your mouth Mouth, mouth Ooh, I drive over the limit with my eyes on you I drive over the limit with my mind on you Why you always getting in the back seat? Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no I drive over the limit with my eyes on you I drive over the limit with my mind on you Why you always getting in the back seat? Get up in the front, I'm not a taxi, oh no, no Can you talk a little louder? I can't hear a word that you're saying Im trying to make conversation without looking at you Just trying to figure you out With everything word that comes out of your mouth Mouth, mouth
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