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Bullpen
Why're you always gone before eleven
Always get your coffee on the way home
I think I've learned to love your sweet aggression
As you smash a dark red bottle by the payphone
You know you're pretty when you're topless
You know the law can never stop us
We know the bruisin' on your eye just wasn't from a fall
You know you're pretty with the lights out
Think your buddy's gettin' psyched out
Can anybody take him home?
'Cause this feels like a bad call
Why do you always hate me in the morning
And why do I ne'glect to hate you back
Why do you love to kiss me with no warning
And why do you look so goddamn good in black
You know I love it how we play friends
And then I love you in the AMs
When the clock strikes last call, the night begins
I think you're pretty when you talk less
Come throw your jacket in the hot press
I think you love it when I'm upset
Like I love your fuckin' pessimistic mindset
You know you're pretty when you're topless
You know the law can never stop us
We know the bruisin' on your eye just wasn't from a fall
You know you're pretty with the lights out
Think your buddy's gettin' psyched out
Can anybody take him home?
'Cause this feels like a bad call