Why do you have to show up in an old t-shirt that I love? Why do you gotta tell me that I'm looking good? I don't know what you were thinkin' or what you were doing moving in for a hug.. Like you don't know I'm coming undone..? Why do you have to.. why do you want to make me keep wanting you?
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