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Not The American Average

Asking Alexandria

All the things that you said was it all in my head?

Come on baby

Keep it
down, honey hush your lips

Clothes trailing from the backdoor to the
bedroom

And I donÂ’t even know your name
(Woo) Give me all youÂ’ve got

Make
this night worth my time

Make this worth my time

Oh what I would give to live
this night again

I knew when I first saw you
YouÂ’d fuck like a whore

That
this would be a night to remember

Hope they hear you screaming for more

Your
thighs were made for cheeks to graze

My lips, your poison

They bring you down
to your knees

Girl get down
ItÂ’s almost over

Take it all the way

You stupid
fucking whore

And after all of all my dreaming being only you

YouÂ’re standing
there baby oh the things that I could do

Back to the wall with a drink in my
hand

Baby back it up and ride, ride, ride
SheÂ’s screaming

With your back
against the wall, with your face buried in the pillow

I feel you cold, I see
you heartless

compositores: DANNY ROBERT WORSNOP, BENJAMIN PAUL BRUCE, JAMES ARTHUR CASSELLS
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