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She merely asked you a question You came unglued Depriving this nice hotel room Of a romantic interlude The bottle of bubbly you ordered The knocking at the door The number you rolled together Is smoldering on the floor Bad luck followed over Like an eskimo Blank look a foreign language Probably saying I told you so But you don't know What it means or if the snowy twilight gleans In his eyes is a bad trip Or just a bad dream She's not coming out of the bathroom Or texting back So you climb under the covers Watch pay-per-view and relax She wakes you up wearing an outfit You don't recognize Indian-style besides you Starin' daggers into your eyes
Writer(s): Jason Martin, David Shannon Bazan, Timothy William Walsh, Wickliffe Joseph Many Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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