Lyrics

(I wasn't ready) I'll have someone take a picture If you really can't remember My great new-found leather outfit Come on Dying for your attention All night, your paper doll From a distance you quite affect me You'd be surprised As an object, it's quite venerating Dying for your attention All night, your paper doll Exacto, de facto Concise, quite right Come here and cut me out There's a dotted line to follow Come here and cut-cut-cut-cut-cut me out Without a guide I'll love you like the first night For the rest of our lives Mr. Big Shot always forgets to introduce his wife That date you can't remember Well, it happened in December That ridiculous affair in the carriage house With the swingers Dying for your attention All night, your paper doll Exacto, de facto Concise, quite right I'll love you like the first night For the rest of our lives Mr. Big Shot always forgets to introduce his wife Come here and cut me out There's no dotted line Pull on the leash like a side piece It's about time Come here and cut-cut-cut-cut-cut me out, alright
Writer(s): Frankie Broyles, Walter Philip Iv Frobos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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