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Jack Harris Breslow
Jack Harris Breslow
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Jack Harris Breslow
Jack Harris Breslow
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Send... wait, fuck Send... wait, fuck Send... wait, fuck Wait, what did I do? Last night I sent you something personal Something that makes me crawl inside Maybe I sent it too quick Or it's my mind playing tricks All I wanna do now is hide Staring back at my phone Can't seem to leave it alone You got my blood boilin' in places I have never felt before Every time I click-click-click-click-click-click Better make sure it's not my- Don't answer me, it's embarrassing Forget what you saw, I'll see ya next spring It was just a mistaken message Wasn't meant for you I'm trying so hard to breathe Can't keep myself away from you Ooh I wanna take it back I wanna take it b-back I wanna take it back I wanna take it back bad I wanna take it back I wanna take it b-back I wanna take it back I wanna take it back bad I was oh, so intimate Needed to scratch that itch But baby this ain't it Now I gotta watch what I say Or you'll send this around all day My butt is my property (not yours!) So baby, please pack up and leave One slip of my thumb and I'm doing alright But two, maybe three times, I'm crying tonight Now it's time to roll a joint, gimme a light Sit back, relax, this ass outta sight It was just a mistaken message Wasn't meant for you I'm trying so hard to breathe Can't keep myself away from you Ooh I wanna take it back I wanna take it b-back I wanna take it back I wanna take it back bad I wanna take it back I wanna take it b-back I wanna take it back I wanna take it back bad
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