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Song of the day;;


It's 9 o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place and you're fashionably late
Hey
I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends
Go

I love the way that this began, started off right, so innocent
I'm letting you know, I'm letting you go, I want your best friend
I'm giving it up and asking why you seem so shocked and so surprised
I'm sorry it hurts, I'm surely a jerk, I understand why you're mad

Don't talk that crap when you call me back, as a matter of fact, don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right, everybody knows I'm wrong (wrong)

It's 9 o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place and you're fashionably late
I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends

It's got nothing to do with how you look
Just another excuse to write a hook
I'm letting you know, she liked mu post up on my Facebook
And after all you're not my type, but all your friends are pretty nice
You know what I mean, stop making a scene and take some words of advice

Don't talk that crap when you call me back, as a matter of fact, don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right, everybody knows I'm wrong (right?)

It's 9 o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place and you're fashionably late
I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends

And I have got the topic conversation now and I know I'm running out of time (yeah)
It's not an honest demonstration, now you're not the only one, not the only one

Don't talk that crap when you call me back, as a matter of fact, don't act like that
Everybody knows you're right, everybody sing along

I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about fucking all your friends (what?)

It's 9 o'clock on the dot at the spot and I'm hangin' with her friends again
Great taste, beautiful place and you're fashionably late
I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, that makes you cry again
Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends

Making out with your friends

Making out with your friends

Without a doubt, sorry about having sex with all your friends, ha ha ha

--

HUOMENNA!!
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