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(Gym Class Heroes:)

I usually avoid any type'o'confrontation

Conversation, in moderation

Lips sealed but my fingers are flying

As the hours pass they grow more impatient

My phone is mad lettered, especially when I'm sauced up

And I admit that I'm ashamed

But there's Melissa, Theresa, and Emily

What a Toss-Up! But that's the best part of the game.

And I'm really a novice aspirin' alcoholic

Drownin' the days pain in house barley and grain

Thinkin' of ways to convince one to join me in the company of low life sort. Doin' the same.

So, I start textin'

I keep textin'.

Hey! I can't stop it's my obsession.

Yep, It's like fishin' my words are like lures if they bite the bait cool if not call it a night.

(Fall Out Boy:)

We can't, More like we shouldn't

I know...

And I try, To be a good boy but it's hard.

(Evanescence:)

I start textin'

I keep textin'

I can't stop it's my obsession.

(Gym Class Heroes:)

Now ask yourself this: Is love a tender thing? Too rough? Too rude?

Too boisterous?

Well I'll tell you what man I had her once and it was fun but not enough.

Tis torture, and not mercy.

Heaven is where my phone lives

In my pocket, so cozy: oh what a joy replies give.

It seems Melissa's babysittin' and Theresa's workin' late, but Emily's on her way to East 11th on a train... and that's when I remember Pattie from West Philly, she says I'm in your area 3 minutes away.

So I stop textin'

No more textin'

Hey! Yeah right it's my obsession.

Yep, It's like fishin' my words are like lures if they bite the bait cool if not call it a night.

(Fall Out Boy:)

We can't, More like we shouldn't

I know...

And I try, To be a good boy but it's hard. (x2)

(Evanescence:)

I start textin'

I keep textin'

I can't stop it's my obsession.

(Evanescence:)

I know you think I'm wreckless, move so fast, slow down

I think I love so I told him by the Inter text message

He wrote back, Me Too... I was just sittin' here thinkin' about you

I know I want him but I can't and I shouldn't

Tried to put my phone down, damn! But I couldn't

Stayed on the phone with him all night long

Text Message when I'm gone.

(Fall Out Boy:)

We can't, More like we shouldn't

I know...

And I try, To be a good boy but it's hard. (x2)