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    Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
    Oh, oh, oh
    Yeah

    Think I only want one number in my phone
    I might change your contact to Don't Leave Me Alone
    You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll
    Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh

    But I can't help myself when you get close to me
    Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like: Blee-blah-blee
    I don't want no one else (no, no), baby, I'm in too deep
    Here's a little song I wrote (a song I wrote)
    It's about you and me (me)

    I'll be honest
    Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense
    Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in
    And when you got your arms around me
    Oh, it feels so good I had to jump the octave
    I think I got an ex, but I forgot him
    And I can't find my chill, I must've lost it
    I don't even know, I'm talkin' nonsense
    I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah-ah-ah), I'm talkin'

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    I'm talkin' all around the clock
    I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks
    I'm talkin' opposite of soft
    I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts
    You gotta keep up with me
    I got some young energy
    I caught the L-O-V-E
    How do you do this to me?

    But I can't help myself when you get close to me
    Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like: Blee-blah-blee
    I don't want no one else (no, no), baby, I'm in too deep (too deep)
    Here's a little song I wrote (a song I wrote)
    It's about you and me

    I'll be honest (honest)
    Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense (nonsense)
    Cartwheels in my stomach when you walked in (when you walked in)
    When you got your arms around me
    Oh, it feels so good I had to hit the octave
    I think I got an ex, but I forgot him
    And I can't find my chill, I must've lost it
    I don't even know (oh-oh), I'm talkin' nonsense
    I'm talkin', I'm talkin', I'm talkin'

    I'm talkin', I'm talkin', na-na-na
    I'm talkin' (blah-blah, blah, blah-blah)
    Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah (ah-ah)
    I don't even know it anymore
    (Oh-oh, oh-oh)

    This song catchier than chickenpox is
    I bet your house is where my other sock is
    Woke up this morning thought I'd write a pop hit (ha, haha)
    How quickly can you take your clothes off? Pop quiz
    Hahaha
    That one's not gonna make it
    Ha, haha, haha
    Most of these aren't gonna make it

    Song details

    Composition: Julian C Bunetta, Steph Jones, and Sabrina Carpenter

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