Woorden: 88 Fingers Louie. Up Your Ass. Emotions.

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Every day I go on and it's the same way
I make a move and she says some other day
I turn bright red as my feet run out the door
Don't think I wanna see her anymore

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Although I try
I can't control, can't control myself
Emotions get the best of me
Try as I might
I can't control, can't control myself
Emotions are the death of me

Wish I could find a woman to hold onto
But there's no use when there's nothing I can do
My thoughts are wild, I try my best to curb them
But these reactions, I really can't control them

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