I just sit there, working on my tan,
While you dream up your crazy plan.
Fingers interlaced, thinking naughty thoughts
Well, you've dated lots and lots.
I'm not sure i'd like to date
a man who don't believe in fate.
Player, player that's what you are,
Storing hearts in a pristine jar.
You've kissed so much even with guys,
You never think, you just roll the dice.
I wouldn't think twice of dating you,
you're super sexy, no matter what you do.
But if I'm not mistaken,
I'm pretty sure I'm taken!
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