Sex And The City

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This isn't Sex and the City
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Nobody's watching me write in my room
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And anyway, when I get home I take off my cool clothes
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'Cause why would I stay in those?
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I go to the bar, it's monumental
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And if he's hot and seems into it, it's accidental
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What's it like to be admired?
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Hot and desired?

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This isn't Sex and the City
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Nobody sees me and knows of my column
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Nobody sees me at all is the problem
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But of course when they do
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They're not the one that I wanted
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When I go to the bar, I'm a believer

So if it's not in the stars, then I don't want it either
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I say goodbye and take the bottle

I've never been stronger


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Call the Uber and I

Tell him turn it up, tell him turn it up, baby
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That's my song they're playing

Baby turn it up, could you turn it up, maybe?
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Cause I'm drunk and I'm high so I'm crossed

Didn't score any guys so I'm lost
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That's all for now Mr. Driver

I'm rating you 5 stars

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If this was Sex and the City

I'd get in and he would have already called me
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But instead I'm in the shower
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Gotta feel a warm touch somehow

Now I'm ready to go back out
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And he's here at the bar

God is he boring
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I wanna wake up and make up with him in the morning

He calls a car to his apartment

I guess there's a God then
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The seat is up, the place is haunted

He's heating up and eating up a pizza pocket
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I wanted one, but he forgot it

He's off his meds and he's an artist



Touching my leg, you don't have a headboard
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Do that again, I think that I want more

If this is it, then what is it all for?
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Let's make it quick, then I'm leaving out the front door



Call the Uber and I
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Tell him turn it up, tell him turn it up, baby

That shit's overrated
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Baby turn it up, could you turn it up, maybe?

I was drunk, I was high, I was crossed

He's the love of my life, no, he's not
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I could have guessed, I'm swearing by it

But I guess you never know until you go and try it
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What it's like to be admired

Hot and desired