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I'd Be More Interested If You Were Already Spoken For... (You, Me, and Everyone We Know)

Does your family have any history Of addiction or succombing to guys like me? Was your father the type to say things right? Or was your mother the type to spend the night? 'Cause I get the feeling that you're buying time Ironically enough, as you spark that light You order two more shots, but don't wait for the lime Down go your last two reasons to lie Does your concience keep you up at night screaming out WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! Does your concience keep you up at night screaming out WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! Can you feel their stares? Cross your fingers And hope he doesn't wait up for you 'Cause my touch lingers And it will be written all over you Cross your fingers And hope he buys all the shit you feed him 'Cause that taste lingers And when he's gone and you still need him This is dirty water But it's still something worth drinking down If it can cure my dehydration From the words you let slip out 'Cause we've got dirty laundry And we've got closets with hinges that beg To bust and expose us For the people in the elevator Does your concience keep you up at night screaming out WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! Does your concience keep you up at night screaming out WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! WE KNOW! Can you feel their stares? Cross your fingers And hope he doesn't wait up for you 'Cause my touch lingers And it will be written all over you Cross your fingers And hope he buys all the shit you feed him 'Cause that taste lingers And when he's gone and you still need him And then he gets the feeling that you're buying time As you struggle like a teen to spark that light You order two more shots, but don't wait for the lime Down go your last two reasons to lie Cross your fingers And hope he doesn't wait up for you 'Cause my touch lingers It will be written all over you Cross your fingers Hope he buys all the shit you feed him 'Cause that taste lingers When he's gone and you still need him