I'm running out of patients
'cos i can't believe what the hell
I'm hearing
And speaking of hell
It don't compare to this heat
That i am feeling
I love you too much
It shows
All my emotions go
Out of control oh whoa whoa
Good for you bad for me
Can't forget to breathe slow
Count from one to ten
With my eyes closed
'cos ladies take it in
And get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
Before i lose it get comp- oh oh oh 'sure
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