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Something's going on in this room
Something I'm not sure how to take
A distant smell of lemon perfume
I wonder why you got home so late
And straight to the bottle
Pouring Dom Pérignon Chardonnay
Tell me, honey, tell me what she's like
'Cause rumors does not always lie
Sweet and classy and with deep brown eyes
I know exactly what you like
You want me to believe what you say
It's kinda hard when you look ashamed
I'm curious to know 'bout this babe
I'm curious to leave you this way
But don't show me her picture
I'm sure that she's worth all my pain
Tell me, honey, tell me what she's like
'Cause rumors does not always lie
Sweet and classy and with deep brown eyes
I know exactly what you like
Hey, what you gonna do now?
Hey, sorry, I found out ('Cause rumors does not always lie)
Hey, what you gonna do now?
Hey, sorry, I found out (I know exactly what you like)
Two-faced, insecure
You know that I need more, more
Your knees against the floor
I'm sorry, there's the door, door
Tell me, honey, tell me what she's like
Tell me, honey, tell me what she's like
'Cause rumors does not always lie
Sweet and classy and with deep brown eyes
I know exactly what you like
Hey, what you gonna do now?
Hey, sorry, I found out ('Cause rumors does not always lie)
Hey, what you gonna do now?
Hey, sorry, I found out (I know exactly what you like)
Written by: Boba K, Herman Olof Allan Gardarfve, Isabelle Ljunggren
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