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Guilty pleasure
I know you met her last November
You're together
But, boy, I bet I know her better
I don't ever
Think about you, like never
All I think about
Is who you're holding now
And I'm up all night, I stare at her pictures
Lose my mind again 'cause I'll never be her
Her
So I close my eyes and bite on my fingers
Fantasize about what it's like to be her
Her
Oh, I wanna be
Don't be flattered
Boy, you're still a whole disaster
How you have her?
That's a question only God can answer
Perfect hair, designer clothes
Far away, but I feel close
All I think about
Is what she's doing now
And I'm up all night, I stare at her pictures
Lose my mind again 'cause I'll never be her (her)
Her (her)
So I close my eyes and bite on my fingers
Fantasize about what it's like to be her (her)
Her (her)
Oh, I wanna be (her, her)
Oh, I wanna be (her, her)
Oh, I wanna be
(Baby, she's so pretty)
(Yeah, just fuckin' kill me)
(Baby, she's so pretty)
(Yeah, just fuckin' kill me