She said, well
I'm not single, but
Hell, I sure ain't taken
So do you wanna play this game
Or should we skip straight to faking
Excuses for one another's long-forgotten lovers
Oh, the late nights we swore meant nothing
Too damn lovely when you're blushing
Hearts they're shaped for breaking
Regrets we can get to making
You don't seem that taken
& I ain't complaining

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