I got red eyes on a red eye
I was in your bed, I
Don't think we can be friends, I
Running out of minutes, baby
I've gone, I hate it, baby
I know it's drivin' you crazy
But trust me I'm way more crazy
I'm on three strikes
I'm in Tokyo
I got jetlag
Wishing you could hold me close
Smoking on...
Yeah let's line 'em, baby
Try to get back to you
Though this life won't let me choose
There's a window into my heart
You can come in
You can go in when you fit in, baby
There's a window into my heart
Just gotta push to start
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Sippin' on White Russians
With some white Russians
Left you waitin' in the kitchen
Bakin' in the oven
I miss your special kind of lovin'
Kissed you like you were my hubby
I hope someone can try to love me
But I can put no one else above me
I'm on three strikes
I'm in Tokyo
I got jetlag
Wishing you could hold me close
Smoking on...
Yeah let's line 'em, baby
Try to get back to you
Though this life won't let me choose
There's a window into my heart
You can come in, you can go in when you fit in, baby
There's a window into my heart
Just gotta push to start
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
If you're fuckin' with me then you gotta be crazy
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