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Butch Walker I Liked It Better When You Had No Heart

is a sin When you pay with a Canadian ten I've searched for a reason to not search for you But I feel like there's no place I haven't been to I told

you think someone should take you home? Don't you think someone should take you home? Well, I haven't seen her lately, guess I just assumed the worst But I think I

too There's a hundred dirty things that I wanna say to you Never let me come and never let me go I got you where I want you so I wanna say it slow This

fan, through the alley cans I can see you changing clothes It's my morning coffee movie everyday You stick your stomach out in the mirror You pat you that wish you had it back I

hear I really wanna make it clear I don't do this everywhere How do I make this not sound cheap? I'd like show you where I sleep Keep you there a couple

when you wanna eat Always keep em dirty enough to see where you came from And its OK to cry If you feel it comin on It'll let you know you're human in

will you do when all of them Want you, want you, want you around And you can tell That I can tell What will you do when none of them Want you, want

a hundred dirty things That I want to say to you Never let me come And never let me go I've got you where I want you So I want to say it slow This is

Happen that way Happen that way I can tell a lot by the way that you walk And I can hear the confessions in the way you talk And it's all the actions