I don’t like you
But I like your friends
If I text you back
Can I chill with them in London
I’ll probably over do the Malibu
This mix is named after me
After all
End up telling you
Our baby’s gone
Except it’s not yet
I just wanted to flirt
Have a dance
Never got the chance
You think you’re fucked
Just sit next to me
I’ll make you feel better
I’m everyone else’s painkiller
Top up the Malibu
In my painkiller
Baby killer
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Author:
A.J (Pseudonym) (
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