You're Batshit Crazy Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' You think that was for you lady? Look, I just met you, It's not a maybe, Don't want your number You're batshit crazy. It's hard to look right, At you baby, Don't want your number, You're batshit crazy. Look, I just met you, It's not a maybe, Don't want your number You're batshit crazy See I just want the boys, Trying to chase me, Don't want your number You're batshit crazy. I took my time with the call, Cause I don't want you at all, I don't want nothing at all, But still, you're in my way
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