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I'm an addict I'm addicted to this girl She's got

I'm an addict
I'm addicted to this girl
She's got my heart tied in a knot
And my stomach in a whirl
But even worse
I can't stop calling her
She's all I want and more
I mean damn
What's not to adore

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Eitak

posted June 30, 2014 at 2:17pm UTC tagged with addicted, girl, quote

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