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Cherry Don't Quit
03:19
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Cherry Don’t Quit
Your photo shoot is a rain-out, your mascara's played out
Swimming pool is just pretend, going off the deep end
Off the rails you’re a trainwreck, but hey nobody's perfect.
Cherry don’t quit, Cherry Don’t quit, Cherry don’t quit on me tonight.
Attraction is scientific, and it's habit forming
Your lip gloss is terrific, first thing in the morning
You're most of the time, but you're not all of the time
Why can't you be all of the time for me?
Cherry don’t quit, Cherry Don’t quit, Cherry don’t quit on me tonight.
I know I push you away, when I need you close
When I need you near, can’t you be here?
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My Arm Hurts
03:20
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My Arm Hurts
It never turns out like you wanted it to
Or maybe you just hadn't thought it through
Is it random or coincidence, the two of us sitting on a fence?
I needed you and you decided to dance
that's when I knew that I still had a chance.
Oooo Baby that's the sign I was waiting for, show me all the time
Train's leaving so babe you better climb aboard, now that you're mine.
There's a word that's on the tip of your tongue
Or maybe I'm just too high strung
Chances are just a roll of the dice
The two of us should still give it a try
I needed you and you looked so sincere
That's when I knew I had nothing to fear.
Oooo Baby that's the sign I was waiting for, it must be divine
We've been closer than horseshoes and hand grenades, its by design
You said, you said
Put my picture in your blue jean pockets
sunglasses on my blue eye sockets
Oh you could be the one, but still I'm not sure
I can dance if you wanted me to
Might be good for a laugh or two
We'll cut the shit and get serious
Imagine us getting serious
When I need you I won't have far to look
The night I saw you was all it took
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Girl Impossible
02:10
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Baby It's Sabotage
02:56
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Baby It's Sabotage
Baby it's sabotage, and it's making me a nervous wreck
You'd rather be alone, instead of trying to connect
Oh, and the morning comes and your shape has shifted
The fog has lifted, your heart's in camouflage
Baby it's sabotage.
I'm the one in the white corsage, I been waiting for you all night
I followed your vapor trail, you'd think I'd gain a little insight
Oh, like your heart is an atlas, your brain is a map
A tender trap of joy that's just a mirage
And baby it's sabotage.
I'm so sick of your entourage
They think that they've read some books
But they ain't got nothing babe
'Cept a buncha dirty looks
Oh, you say they have their uses,
But those are excuses
The kind that you can't drink away or dodge
And baby that’s sabotage
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