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 Well, you come upstairs but not to talk You stay a little while then you do a little walk on home I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes, I hear you talking 'Cause you ain't got nothing to talk about at all So you took me to party, you got me alone Said you wanna feel good and you feel like you're gonna explode Well, I don't care, can't pay no attention And I don't give a- about your intentions at all Ooh-ooh So pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin Pass me whatever the drink left in Well, I don't care if it's seven in the morning For all I care it could be the second coming Well, you say you can't take it anymore It's a really big deal It's a really big deal Well, I don't care, can't pay attention And I don't give a- about your intentions at all Ooh-ooh We're alright We're always alright We're alright We're always alright We're alright, we're We're always alright We're alright We're always alright We're alright We're alright, ooh 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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