don't hold me to my word
you'll make me go berserk
i wanna hold you till it hurts
back of the bus and my hand is up her skirt
don't run now i don't ask for much
i fall down use you as my crutch
don't look at me you'll make me blush
three fingers give my face a brush

i run my hand right down her back
i said too much i shouldn't ask
i spend my weekends making crap
i wrote it down we wouldn't last
i shove you deep inside my mind
i smile less than half the time
i need it all i want your crime
it's been three years stop being shy 

don't hold me to my word
you'll make me go berserk
i wanna hold you till it hurts
back of the bus and my hand is up her skirt
don't run now i don't ask for much
i fall down use you as my crutch
don't look at me you'll make me blush
three fingers give my face a brush

cut off my adam's apple
immigrant no push and pull
i'm taking back all that you stole
i'm jfk at the grassy knoll
i'm afk please do not shoot
i'm abe lincoln and you're john wilkes booth
i swear i'm honest i'm not rude
i'm prepared to take a bullet for you

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