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de Hayley Williams

It's not that I don't like it baby
It's just that I like it
A little too much
A kiss on the cheek every time that we meet
I turn cactus
When we touch, touch

No matter what they say in the streets
We're not in the sheets
Bumpin' bags or bodies
Speakin' of sweet, I gotta make a little confession
You're a confection
Leaving me holy like teeth

I like I like it I like it I like it
I like it I like it I like it I like it
Too much
I like I like it I like it I like it
I like it I like it I like it I like it
Too much
(It make me say) oh, oh, oh, oh

It's not that I don't see you baby
It's just that I see you a little too much
You cover all the zines in my conscious stream
And that's so fucking weak
I've got subscriptions

And no matter what you're doing to me
I keep it to me
'Cause honesty
Is a boner killer
Streets say the long game is the wrong game
But I never pursue it
So I play it like I'm foolish

I like I like it I like it I like it
I like it I like it I like it I like it
Too much
I like I like it I like it I like it
I like it I like it I like it I like it
Too much

I don't wanna sing
If it's all a dream
That means nothing to you

My lips clutch
When you open up
'Cause I don't know what
To do

I like I like it I like it I like it
I like it I like it I like it I like it
Too much

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