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Hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh oh oh oh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh oh

You can get real close, talking, you’re talking now
Underneath our clothes, pretend that we know it all
Shut off the lights, just to hide in the dark
(Hide in the) dark, (hide in the) dark
Think that I know you the farther you are
(Farther you are, farther you are)

Like, A-B-C-D, that could work so perfectly
If perfect was the kinda thing that worked for me
But I wanna feel nervous, just a little bit off the edge
Even if I know that I will end up in a mess like

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, it won’t be perfect
But I know oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it
And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my mascara
It’s not perfect aye, aye, aye, but maybe that’s what we need
(That’s what we need)

See right through the fiction, and all of this fakery
Just give me some friction, let me see what nobody sees
You don’t think that I can handle the truth?
(Handle the truth, handle the truth)
Baby I’m over just playing it cool, oh

Like, A-B-C-D, that could work so perfectly
If perfect was the kinda thing that worked for me
But I wanna feel nervous, just a little bit off the edge
Even if I know that I will end up in a mess like

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, it won’t be perfect
But I know oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it
And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my mascara
It’s not perfect aye, aye, aye, but maybe that’s what we need

That’s what we need (That’s what we need)
That’s what we need (That’s what we need)
Baby, do you think that you could give it to me
That’s what we need
That’s what we need
Baby, do you think that you could give it to me

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, it won’t be perfect
But I know oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it
And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my mascara
It’s not perfect aye, aye, aye, but maybe that’s what we need

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, it won’t be perfect
But I know oh, oh, oh, oh, it could be worth it
And for all of the nights I left tears running down my face, messing up my mascara
It’s not perfect aye, aye, aye, but maybe that’s what we need