Something, something about this place
Something ‘bout lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy
Yeah something about
Baby yoü and I
Something, something about the chase
Six whole years
I'm a New York woman, born to run you down
So have my lipstick all over your face
Something, something about just knowing when it's right
It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I’m back in town
This time I’m not leaving without you
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Roses are red~
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