L.A. Guns You Better Not Love Me
Girlfriend, take some advice
Opportunity rarely strikes twice
You’re a lovely thing
And you make me smile
But you better not love me
I’m gonna run a mile
Don’t make me mad
Now would you lie for me like I lie for you
Cry for me like I cry for you
Take a shot and look me in the eye
Wanna try
My friend, she don’t play nice
Her lips are like marshmallows
But her blood is cold as ice
She’s a stone cold fox
And she’s so freaking fly
But she better not love me
Unless she likes to cry
Don’t be a pain
Now would you run for me like a run for you
Cum for me like I cum for you
Cross your heart and promise not to die
All I want is a little space
A man needs to breathe
You’ve been acing weird all night
Maybe it’s time that you leave
Go home
Now would you lie for me like I lie for you
Cry for me like I cry for you
Cross your heart and promise not to die
Would you run for me like I run for you
Cum for me like I cum for you
Take a shot and look me in the eye
