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• Artiste: Alessi Rose
• Titre: That Could Be Me
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Tiptoed around, I tried to play it cool My head in the ground, so I missed every shot at you, and They ricocheted, now they're launching my brain It's the risk that I'm willing to take Let myself down, spent time fantasizing over Where we'd be now, but now she's pulling me closer I'm screaming out, and it kills me over and over Over and over That could be me kissing your mouth We're talking too loud, saying, "Can we leave now?" That could be me giving too much I'm spilling my guts, now we're calling it love That could be me steaming up your backseat Rip out my heart, throw it out on the concrete, baby That could be me That could be me You're going out, and I just write songs about you Without a doubt, you couldn't care less what I did You're wearing twild, walkin' eyes in a crowd Someone's name in your mouth that's not mine I can be perfect and pretty, never too much, not too clingy But I can't speak when you're near me, and I just can't let you go Over and over That could be me kissing your mouth We're talking too loud, saying, "Can we leave now?" That could be me giving too much I'm spilling my guts, now we're calling it love That could be me steaming up your backseat Rip out my heart, throw it out on the concrete, baby That could be me That could be me I can't help it, sick and twisted Her hands 'round your neck, you're kissing Pretty, you, you're my religion And I want it like that, oh Your hands on her waist, you're closer What, you make out on your sofa? Kill me slowly, three times over That should be me, I told you I can't help it, sick and twisted (Sick and twisted) Her hands 'round your neck, you're kissing Pretty, you, you're my religion And I want it like that, oh Your hands on her waist, you're closer What, you make out on your sofa? Kill me slowly, three times over That should be me, I told you Over and over That could be me kissing your mouth We're talking too loud, saying, "Can we leave now?" That could be me giving too much I'm spilling my guts, now we're calling it love That could be me steaming up your backseat Rip out my heart, throw it out on the concrete, baby That could be me That could be me