It’s shaky and it’s slipping
Its gun fights and it’s kissing
Out of my back pocket
Still trying to figure out if it’s a genie in a bottle
And what it wants from me hour to hour
It’s not safe, not even a little
Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much
To be slayed with red roses and wine in a jug
Told over and over that your enough is enough
But it’s I love you, say yes
And you’re not going to fall
It’s dancing, slow dancing
With someone I don’t know at all
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