I'm tired of just dreaming about

The way you'd make me feel


Can't we try to work this out

And start to make it real?



You're always sayin' how you like my style

You're leadin' me along

I can't tell you how I feel,

So I'm singing you this song



I know

In the morning it's not my face you see

I know

That someday soon that face will be me



Whoa-oh

It seems to me like you might be a

Ho

So try to prove me wrong



Now come on, don't get me wrong

I like you lying in my bed

And I can't stop thinking about

How you're messing with my head



I still remember

Just the way you taste

I can tell that you know it's wrong

From the look upon your face



I know

In the morning it's not my face you see

I know

That someday soon that face will be me



Whoa-oh

It seems to me like you might be a

Ho

So try to prove me wrong



I'm tired of just dreaming about

The way you'd make me feel

Can't we try to work this out

And start to make it real?



You're always sayin' how you like my style

You're leadin' me along

I can't tell you how I feel,

So I'm singing you this song



I know

In the morning it's not my face you see

I know

That someday soon that face will be me



Whoa-oh

It seems to me like you might be a

Ho

So try to prove me wrong

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