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Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your clothes?
Then think of what you did, and I hope to God he was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any girl you'll ever meet. Sweetie you had me
Boy, I was it. Look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No, no, no, you know, it will always just be me.