Sweet nothings whispered, of stealing my heart.
Promises to take it home, fix the broken parts.
And I can't help but notice that you've got a mouth.
And If I don't see some action soon, we're heading south.
And it's all talk, talk, talk that I hear you saying.
And I'll walk, walk, walk from misinterpretation.
This is more, more, more than just a flirtation.
And I want want want to be all you're seeing
And I think, think, think that you're what I'm needing
So, try try try and I won't be leaving.
Chase me, like you mean it.
Catch me, c'mon bring it.
The Notebook, I know you've seen it all.
A few months, but who's counting?
Cliché, how I'm sounding.
But, my heart's not your toy, or some doll.
You know, I could fall.
You may have already heard the story of a love-struck girl.
But, underneath this average oyster- is quite the pearl.
You say you're willing to jump from this cliff
But the words you speak are covered with excuses, buts, and ifs.
And it's all talk, talk, talk that I hear you saying.
And I'll walk, walk, walk from misinterpretation.
This is more, more, more than just a flirtation.
And I want want want to be all you're seeing.
And I think, think, think that you're what I'm needing.
So, try try try and I won't be leaving.
Chase me, like you mean it.
Catch me, c'mon bring it.
The Notebook, I know you've seen it all.
A few months, but who's counting?
Cliché, how I'm sounding.
But, my heart's not your toy, or some doll.
You know, I could fall.
'Cause we, we could make music, and we could pretend.
That I'm not moving, and you're not stuck in Oregon.
Baby, I got your message. it was direct and gray.
We could be something, but your words get in the way.
And it's all talk, talk, talk that I hear you saying.
And I'll walk, walk, walk from misinterpretation.
This is more, more, more than just a flirtation.
And I want want want to be all you're seeing.
And I think, think, think that you're what I'm needing.
So, try try try and I won't be leaving.
Chase me, like you mean it.
Catch me, c'mon bring it.
The Notebook, I know you've seen it all.
A few months, but who's counting?
Cliché, how I'm sounding.
But, my heart's not your toy, or some doll.
You know, We could fall.
We could fall.
And you will fall.

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