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The Stairs Car

With your face and the beautiful eyes And the conversation with the little white lies And the faded picture of a beautiful night You carried me from your car up the stairs

I fuckin' do, I get jinxed Cupid must've put a curse on me Six weeks have went by and we only spoke twice I'm sittin' in your driveway calling you from the car

late to wash my face and hands Am too late to get too high to get, too late to wash my face and hands Fall out the bath fall in the car throw up just

busted Her momma told her She was grounded for a year Her daddy said that boy Ain't welcome around here She ran up to her room screamin' down those stairs

bad decisions runnin' down her face All mornin' I'd been thinkin' my life's so hard And they wore everything they own, livin' in a car I wanted to tell

back of the car on the way to the bar I got you on my list I got you on my list At the foot of the stairs with my fingers in your hair baby this is

tell your girls that's the purpose of this song Ooh, I want you closer You like a model of a poster I wanna get ya to the car, to the crib up the stairs

dancing on me but they really wasn't wanting me Until U said I'm Ben J then they cornered me "Like OMG... Do you know who you are?" I said "I dont even remember where I parked ma car

I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No