Mark Johns - Bacardi lyrics

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Mark Johns - Bacardi lyrics

We’re strangers as a plane, I’ve been missing you the same, I think that all this time away, Has made me feel outside the fray, I think I’m ready to disperse,to reverse, Go ahead first,to rebounce, Start,a new how My friends never liked you anyway, I lovin myself for to someone new tonight, Then I Can I say the same thing every damn time. When I leave the room,and I’m feeling naughty Go straight to my head,like a shot of bacardi Now I’d sit before,I’m outside in my door Thinking maybe I’ll give someone else a chance at the party I went home alone… I went Home alone, Hit you on the phone,Hit you on the phone, Told you come on home,but told you come on home, Now we’re here again and never hear me any no days God damn,don’t understand I need to come up with a better plan M body have just stopped seeking a man Find a better way to use my hands Your lemonade,without the ice We tried twice,But no Dice Come on out, Go,you got this, Your friends never lik! ed him anyway, I lovin myself for to someone new tonight, Then I can I say the same thing every damn time When I leave the room,And I’m feeling naughty Go straight to my head,like a shot of Bacardi Now I’d sit before,I’m outside of my door Thinking maybe I’ll give someone else a chance at the party, I went home alone… I went home alone Hit you on the phone,Hit you on the phone Told you come on home,Told you come on home, Now we’re here again,and never hear me any notice I told my friends I would quit you, Putting down and dismiss you, So Now I get this is my issue, Man.. f** you, f** you cause you know that I’m trying here and you don’t care,and you don’t even f** me but you just f** me over and then getting over home and wait,you wait for me to call again and now we’re in this place again,how am I in this place again? When I leave the room,And I’m feeling naughty Go straight to my head,like a shot of Bacardi Now I sit before,I’m outside of my do! or Thinking maybe I’ll give someone else a chance at the par! ty, I went home alone… I went home alone Hit you on the phone,Hit you on the phone Told you’d come on home,Told you’d come on home, Now we’re here again,and never hear me any no days I told my friends I would quit you, Putting down and dismiss you, So Now I get this is my issue, Man,f** you

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