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Cute n’ Crooked

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,

if you don’t wanna talk, just listen.

Put the coffee on hold,

lemme hold you for a minute.

Don’t be cold, just take these two cents.

A buck fifty, iffy but more, it depends

on if you’ll get it through your thick head,

or if I gotta shake you up a bit.

Don’t get to moving,

till you’re clued in,

I’m not losing

this time to prove that

 

If it ain’t broke like I know you are,

and shiny and chrome doesn’t make life hard,

then why the hell would I go so far?

cause you called me cute once, now I’m pissed off,

gonna try my damndest to prove I’m not.

If it ain’t broke like I know you are,

and shiny and chrome doesn’t keep no scars,

then why the hell are you in my arms?

Cause you called me cute once, now I’m pissed off,

and you’ve got your hand wrapped around my heart.

 

Little displays, you sink ’em in,

and to this day, I can’t forgive

how you roped my

sorry ass for all of this.

How my stubbornness melted with a kiss.

Smile in that sad way, try again

till the crooked grin eats your pouting lips.

Till your laughing too hard into my chest,

and I finish your cup cause only mine’s the best.

Don’t be cold, just take these two cents.

Don’t get to moving,

till you’re clued in,

I’m not losing

this time to prove that

 

If it ain’t broke like I know you are,

and shiny and chrome doesn’t make life hard,

then why the hell would I go so far?

cause you called me cute once, now I’m pissed off,

gonna try my damndest to prove I’m not.

If it ain’t broke like I know you are,

and shiny and chrome doesn’t keep no scars,

then why the hell are you in my arms?

Cause you called me cute once, now I’m pissed off,

and you’ve got your hand wrapped around my heart.

Cause you called me cute once,

Cause you called me cute once…

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