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TAKING BACK SUNDAY lyrics : "the ballad of sal villanueva"

It's not that I don't trust you

Well, I just know what you've been up to


And while this dial tone is agreein'


With everything I've had in mind

And you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag





So as his eyes move past your shoulders

And the shades start movin' in the


Same direction don't worry I


Well, I won't say a thing




And you can't blame a girl


(You can't blame a girl for)

For stickin' to what she knows


(Stickin' to what she knows)




I hope he takes his time and I


Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and


I hope that when he leaves you still

Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can





I hope he takes his time and I

Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and


I hope that when he leaves you still


Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can




If I could get to sleep then


I guess, you could stop pretendin'

'Cause if I didn't think you loved it


Well, then I wouldn't play along and




You've got your high as a


(You've got your high as a)


Kite tricks in the bag

(Kite tricks in the bag)





I hope he takes his time and I

Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and


I hope that when he leaves you still

Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can




I hope he takes his time and I

Hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and


I hope that when he leaves you still

Can smell him on your sheets 'cause I can, I can




You're down for sellin' me out while I play dumb

It's cool 'cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you


You say, "We're only friends, yeah, real good friends"

I bet, I bet




You're down for sellin' me out while I play dumb

It's cool 'cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you

You say, "We're only friends, yeah, real good friends"


I bet, I bet



You're down for sellin' me out while I play dumb

It's cool 'cause I let you, thought I'd never catch you


You say, "We're only friends, yeah, real good friends"

I bet, I bet




Forget your legs around my hips

Forget your hands pressed on my back

Forget the letters that I kept

This is another I won't send




Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs

Forget our one last kiss goodnight


Forget me staking out your house

That's right, I've got you figured out



Forget your legs around my hips

Forget your hands pressed on my back

Forget the letters that I kept

This is another I won't send

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