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9PM, he ain't making any plans | Laying on your couch again | It's like you only want me here for you
9PM, he ain't making any plans Laying on your couch again It's like you only want me here for you But what about my friends? You hate to see me out with them 'Cause they bring out the side of me You try to make me forget, ooh You knew what it was, that night in the club That's where you found me, ain't it? I couldn't be cuffed, I thought I was down But now my feeling's changing You're sick of my mouth, I'm sick of the house And my damn phone keeps ringing It's calling, it's calling, it's calling, it's calling, ooh I miss the city when it's late at night Sitting pretty, I should be outside I'm sick of feeling like my hands are tied Baby, all I do is pretend that this is for me When I know it ain't the truth I miss the city, so I guess I'm going, going With or without you You wanna tell me what to do, tell me what to wear You won't even let me let down my hair You're never in the mood to take me anywhere And it ain't really fair I don't mean to be demanding But you're moving way too Kansas I'm afraid you're 'bout to lose me to the streets, ooh-oh You knew what it was, that night in the club Can I be honest? Lately, it's calling, it's calling It's calling, it's calling, ooh I miss the city when it's late at night Sitting pretty, I should be outside I'm sick of feeling like my hands are tied Baby, all I do is pretend that this is for me When I know it ain't the truth I miss the city, so I guess I'm going, going With or without you I swear, I really tried to be a good girl A good girl, for you I didn't wanna lie, because the truth hurts It might hurt for you So, don't call me tonight because I'm outside And I might ignore you 'Cause I ain't coming home Leave a message at the tone I wanna be a good girl, good girl for you (ooh) But I can't I wanna be a good girl, good girl for you But I can't I wanna be a good girl, a good girl for you But I can't, ooh I miss the city when it's late at night Sitting pretty, I should be outside I'm sick of feeling like my hands are tied Baby, all I do is pretend that this is for me When I know it ain't the truth I miss the city, so I guess I'm going, going With or without you
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