I'm so far from home
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So much stuff to miss
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I don't even wanna stop thinking
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Set it for twelve-thirty, she shows up at two
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And who am I to say the lady's late?
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And I know those punks provoke
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If she rolls up in Oakleys, she tucks them in her shirt
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With her charm, the crazies don't abuse it
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She just wants to flee on the Hayabusa
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So don't bring a crew, she's not into you
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And I invited you to the hood
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Catch the view from the balcony
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I know they can't pull off a thing
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And over at Mineiro you feel at home
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You know I've got the gift
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I sped down Cupecê in neon pink
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Through the city lights, sharp as ever
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We never turn down afternoons on the futon
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I know you won't forget me, you're in my hand
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Today, if you show up, it's just trouble
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Even without seeing you, I know I've got your attention
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I've waited for you so long with no limit
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So much stuff to miss
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I don't even wanna stop thinking
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You watch my Stories, I twerk and you like it
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I'm waiting for you, just make an offer
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Grab me from behind, slap my a*s and don't stop
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'Cause tonight's going down in history
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If you dream of me, just make it happen
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There's no way, you gotta grab hard to test
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Phone rings, you're hooked on the flow
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Play it, play it, play it again
How about it? The perfect pair
How about it? The perfect pair
How about it? The perfect pair
How about it? The perfect pair