Census Designated Jane Remover
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[Verse 1]
I can't afford to have you turn your back, not now
You stroke my cheek and tell me, "Not yet," like you always have
And all the luck I had never went that far
And I get sick thinking of how much I hate you for making it out
I laid down with a cold hand rolling down your back
You always have
You keep your promise to remember, without me
(Bite)
[Chorus]
And I bet she's so lucky to have a voice like that
I'm young blood, fresh meat, and I like that
Can't help but think the man I love the most is lying to me
He's calling, crying, said, "Don't ever come to NYC,"
"Without me"
Without me?
[Verse 2]
Sick of religion, throwing elbows at the Marriott
You'rе at your buddy's house and you can find me back at the pad
Stain on your top's gotta bе older than a week by now
I know your mission, paying extra for a carry-on
You'll try to buy me out, you told me this was all that I had
High in the lobby, looking crazy at the juice on her gown
She's all out of cash
I can't afford to have you turn your back, not now
You stroke my cheek and tell me, "Not yet," like you always have
And all the luck I had never went that far
And I get sick thinking of how much I hate you for making it out
I laid down with a cold hand rolling down your back
You always have
You keep your promise to remember, without me
(Bite)
[Chorus]
And I bet she's so lucky to have a voice like that
I'm young blood, fresh meat, and I like that
Can't help but think the man I love the most is lying to me
He's calling, crying, said, "Don't ever come to NYC,"
"Without me"
Without me?
[Verse 2]
Sick of religion, throwing elbows at the Marriott
You'rе at your buddy's house and you can find me back at the pad
Stain on your top's gotta bе older than a week by now
I know your mission, paying extra for a carry-on
You'll try to buy me out, you told me this was all that I had
High in the lobby, looking crazy at the juice on her gown
She's all out of cash
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