You made me happy
made me scared
get your fingers outta' my hair.
I hate the way I want to be
I hate the way we've been.
I loved the way you looked at me
the days of sleeping in.
But I refuse to be your call girl
at six o'clock a.m.
Go knock on someone else's window
and see if they will let you in.
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