| I heard you were back in town
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| Well, it’s been a hot minute
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| Since me and you were hangin' out
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| Yeah, we had that crazy kind of chemistry
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| Where you get burned, don’t learn, don’t care
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| Just reach for another match and gasoline, yeah
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| Knock, knock, hear ya comin', knockin' on my door
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| But you’re gonna have to wait on the porch
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| Better hide the wine and get it gone
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| I better hide every one of them records that turn me on
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| (Lock ‘em up, lock ‘em up)
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| Turn up the lights and kill the mood
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| Because, baby, I just don’t trust myself with you
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| I better hide the wine
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| I know me and I know you
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| I better get rid of all the two-buck chuck
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| And the high dollar good stuff too
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| ‘Cause, baby, if I don’t, then you know what we’ll do, yeah
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| One sip, one tip, we’ll be sittin' on the couch
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| You’ll be kickin' off your shoes
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| I better hide the wine, yeah
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| Knock, knock, hear ya comin', knockin' on my door
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| But you’re gonna have to wait another minute on the porch
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| Oh no, no, it’s a dangerous thing
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| Pourin' alcohol on an old flame
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| I better hide the wine, yeah
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| I better hide it
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| I better hide the wine |