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Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G First comes drugs then comes sex Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like Seen a centerfold, she was on the pole Bank account got low, throwing all my paper She gets off at three, she said "Come with me" Guess I'm 'bout to be on my worst behavior So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary? I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away Need a distraction, not emotional attachment Body count like an assassin I might fuck around and add one, baby Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G First comes drugs then comes sex Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like (Ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Right when I walk through that door Slurp me up like escargot 50 gigs all video Filling up my camera roll Letras de cancionesAcrobat cirque de soleil My dick might break Belt out when she scream my name like Beyoncé So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary? I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away Need a distraction, not emotional attachment Body count like an assassin I might fuck around and add one, baby Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G First comes drugs then comes sex Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like (Ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) From Letras Mania