I got a lot to learn that I already know
About when to stay and when to go
You've got a lot to type, and you do it on your phone
To follow me around all day and night
We've got the same pain, but when it strikes me, I sing
So if you're gonna be a piece of ass
Be a piece of ass and call me in the morning
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You say you'll marry me, but you say it all the time
I shouldn't take it all so seriously
But I think you're beautiful, and between you and me
I mean every syllable
It's just a sentence, why would you mean it?
It's so apparent, why can't I see it?
If I can write it, then I can be it
I can be it, oh yeah
But I got a lot to learn that I been taught before
About when to win and when to score
I won't concede defeat, but while we're singing songs in bed
You're getting serviced in the streets, so baby-
I'll dry myself with bounce, so I don't appear to cling
And if you're gonna be a piece of ass
Be a piece of ass and call me in the morning
Rip off a piece of what you want
And press the clay into my face
Then it looks just like my face
I'll kiss you harder than you want
Pull your face into my clay
Then my face has gone away
It's gone away
'Cause I got a lot to learn that I already know
About what to say and what to choke
I'll hurt you right away, but I can't tell you how I feel
Without a minute of delay, 'cause baby
I love from screen to screen
And you live from fling to fling
So if you're gonna be a piece of ass
Be a piece of ass, just don't tell me in the morning
Don't tell me in the morning
Please, don't tell me in the morning
Please, don't tell me in the morning (please)