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Nickleback Miscellaneous Figure You Out I like your pants around your feet And I like the dirt that's on your knees And I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me You're like my favorite damn disease And I love the places that we go And I love the people that you know And I love the way you can't say "No" Too many long lines in a row I love the powder on your nose And now I know who you are It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why And now I know who you are It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why I like the freckles on your chest And I like the way you like me best And I like the way you're not impressed While you put me to the test I like the white stains on your dress I love the way you pass the check And I love the good times that you wreck And I love your lack of self respect While you're passed out on the deck I love my hands around your neck And I know who you are It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why And I know who you are It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why Why not before, you never tried Gone for good, and this is it I like your pants around your feet And I like the dirt that's on your knees And I like the way you still say please While you're looking up at me You're like my favorite damn disease And I hate the places that we go And I hate the people that you know And I hate the way you can't say "No" Too many long lines in a row I hate the powder on your nose And now I know who you are It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why And now I know who you are It wasn't that hard Just to figure you out Now I did, you wonder why Why not before, you never tried Gone for good, and this is it |
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