[Verse 1]
I valet the camry we both drove here
And you pulled up with your makeup stain on the chain
And I dreamed about a Porsche that I would drive one day
And you laughed at me, you laughed at me, you laughed at me
I got a job at a hotel, you came to walk me in
Suit fitted, designed by a friend and you grinned
And I said my first day of work gon' be my last day of work
And again you laughed at me, you laughed at me, you laughed at me
[Chorus]
So I said talk to me, talk to me, when you talk to me with your eyes
Baby, hold me, baby, hold me, hold me, you hold me with your smile
Put your hands on me, put your hands on me
Answer me, would it hurt to lie to me?
Send your goons after me when your heart's broke
Send your wolves after me when you don't know how to move forward no more
When your heart broke, heart broke, so it's a hard road I know
Send your goons after me, send your thugs after me
(Send your thugs after me)
[Verse 2]
Could you picture me, dirt under my nails from the hold?
Could you picture me on the 3 Train out to Nobu?
Can you see me on TV, on the Super Bowl, not the news?
Clap for me, clap for me, would you clap for me?
I valet the camry we both drove here
And you pulled up with your makeup stain on the chain
And I dreamed about a Porsche that I would drive one day
And you laughed at me, you laughed at me, you laughed at me
I got a job at a hotel, you came to walk me in
Suit fitted, designed by a friend and you grinned
And I said my first day of work gon' be my last day of work
And again you laughed at me, you laughed at me, you laughed at me
[Chorus]
So I said talk to me, talk to me, when you talk to me with your eyes
Baby, hold me, baby, hold me, hold me, you hold me with your smile
Put your hands on me, put your hands on me
Answer me, would it hurt to lie to me?
Send your goons after me when your heart's broke
Send your wolves after me when you don't know how to move forward no more
When your heart broke, heart broke, so it's a hard road I know
Send your goons after me, send your thugs after me
(Send your thugs after me)
[Verse 2]
Could you picture me, dirt under my nails from the hold?
Could you picture me on the 3 Train out to Nobu?
Can you see me on TV, on the Super Bowl, not the news?
Clap for me, clap for me, would you clap for me?
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