Righto matey, play the music
Can't look in the mirror
As the morning light enters my heavenly home
Oh, what a night to be out my mind and alone
Forever, I've waited forever, my cellular phone
I spent forever, missing the good times (yeah)
I cannot mess around anymore
Pick it up, pick up your phone, mi amor
I cannot mess around anymore
Pick it up, pick up your phone, mi amor
I cannot mess around anymore
Pick it up, pick up your phone, mi amor
I cannot mess around anymore
Pick it up, pick up your phone, mi amor
Finally, you pick up
That's a bad move
I tell a joke, then we laugh to your bad tune
Looks like we're right back where we started again
Girl, if you wanna be friends, you shouldn't feel on my-y-y
Can't look in the mirror
As the morning light enters my heavenly home
Oh, what a night to be out my mind
I cannot mess around anymore
Pick it up, pick up your phone, mi amor
I cannot mess around anymore
Pick it up, pick up your phone, mi amor
Can't look in the mirror
Can't look in the mirror
Can't look in the mirror
Yeah
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