Letting go, letting go
Telling you things you already know.
I explode, I explode, asking you where you want us to go
You've been riding two-wheelers all your life
It's not like I'm asking to be your wife
I wanna make you mine, but that's hard to say
Is this coming off in a cheesy way?
Love everything you do . . .
When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do
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