Hey Mister Wrong,
you’re the tingle in my jeans,
you’re everything I don’t want
but everything I need.
I see other guys
but their kisses don’t mean nothin’
cause you’re what I have in mind.
Text: Bird York & Flannery, Wicked Little High, excerpt
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