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Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding the shirt off your chest?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God she was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch her skin.
I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any girl you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Babe, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

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