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Temptation Greets You Like Your Naughty Friend
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Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
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Dizzee Rascal
Dizzee Rascal
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Alex Turner
Alex Turner
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Lyrics

I don't ever want to hate you So don't show me your bed The only roads are cul-de-sacs The first thing that she said "Temptation greets you like your naughty mate" The one that used to get you in bother But one you could never bring yourself to hate And she said, "We've got that spark" But only lights a fuse Helps you see in the dark But it's a sight you'll lose when the Temptation greets you like your naughty friend I don't ever want to hate you So don't show me your bed The only roads are cul-de-sacs The only ends are dead Temptation greets you like your naughty mate The one that made you steal and set things on fire The one you haven't seen of late And I said, "That kind of talk Only adds intrigue to the cauldron of thought" It's already exceeding Temptation, the very thing that held her back I don't ever want to hate you So don't show me your bed The only roads are cul-de-sacs The only ends are dead I don't ever want to hate you It's not part of the plan So keep your charm where I can't see it And your hands where I can Yo, it's Rasc' gettin' dirtee stankin', yeah We used to be in tight, me and my naughty friends Caused pure madness in the end I mean day and night We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight Smoking, drinking, drag riding Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding Reckless youngsters, no direction No sign of correction But then I switched it off, changed my ways Run the area like, "Oh, my days" But a lot of my naughty friends, they're not fazed Can't believe that this music pays See no reason why we can't do All the things that we've always done Still in my heart, I know that's just one But it's hard to fight the temptation, son The panic will fall down around you If you don't do what I say I don't ever want to hate you So don't show me your bed The only roads are cul-de-sacs The only ends are dead I don't ever want to hate you It's not part of the plan So keep your charm where I can't see it And your hands where I can
Writer(s): Dylan Kwabena Mills, Nicholas Donald Detnon, Daniel Carnegie, Alexander David Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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