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Its 2.20 in the morning
I'm on my favorite couch still lying
Trying hard not to think about you
Wonder if it’s true they’re saying
“he's just full of tricks” don’t buy it
Well maybe they don’t see you like I do
But you keep running through my head
I can’t get rid of your sweet face
Hope it crossed your mind somehow
My eyes shut but my heart is shouting you
What you do to me is kinda nice
I love how you tuck my hands inside
your sweater pocket everytime
I said i'm iced but
Don't you think it's kinda sus
Schooching closer on the bus
Our hands intentionally brushed like
what's between us?
Maybe you’re just mastery
Of “making girls in love with me”
Maybe i'm the one who fooled myself
Maybe it’s the lure that I just fell
The touch, just me?
The smile, maybe?
Call me, baby
