اصل بول
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Yeah, yeah
Whoa-whoa
She lives down the road
Start the saddest story ever told
And the summer stays cold
But the bedroom I left you in glows
Let the rollerblades roll
Take my hand, baby, let's go
Leave the flowers at the floor
Running after, knocking on your door
She thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that
She can leave me tongue-tied
She can be the type that
Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think
She can be a lot, so I fucked everything
She thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that
She can leave me tongue-tied
She can be the type that
Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think
She can be a lot, so I fucked everything
Feels like lately I've been living in the dark
With the nice guy up the street, it's been a walk in the park, oh
His hazel eyes are sleepless nights
Talking till we're numb
He' s kinda shy, I'm not surprised
But starting to feel dumb
She thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that
She can leave me tongue-tied
She can be the type that
Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think
She can be a lot, so I fucked everything
She thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that
She can leave me tongue-tied
She can be the type that
Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think
She can be a lot, so I fucked everything
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh
