Don't cross your arms away from me
I think we should talk
I think you should leave
You've got a face that makes me feel good
I've got a place where we can lay low
I prefer better, though I prefer you
I used to be sweeter, but I prefer you
I prefer better, though I prefer you
I prefer, I prefer you
We've got to be meaner if we mean it this time
With a roofless mouth
And a wishes mind
Maybe I'm bored
Or maybe it's you
It might be good if we could be too
I prefer better, though I prefer you
I used to be sweeter, but I prefer you
I prefer better, though I prefer you
I prefer, I prefer you
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I prefer better, though I prefer you
I used to be sweeter, but I prefer you
I prefer better, though I prefer you
I prefer, I prefer you
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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