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Not Allowed

2:47Album Who Really Cares 2016-02-25

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Description

Composer: Bradley Robert Petering

Composer: Jane Guskin

Composer: Cammie Toloui

Composer: Kate Razo

Composer: Joyce Jimenez

Lyricist: Bradley Robert Petering

Lyricist: Jane Guskin

Lyricist: Cammie Toloui

Lyricist: Kate Razo

Lyricist: Joyce Jimenez

Lyrics and translation

Original

Now you suck!

You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.

Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.

Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.

-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -So how should I begin this?

I guess it started when you were with him, and how he never even took you out to dance.

Did he fuck with any rhythm? And now he's playing with your head.

But did he ever make you come? Did he ever make you cry?

Did the wires in your mind get sewn together, rubbed and severed by the heat?

You don't know how long I could stare into your picture and wish that it was me. I guess it's different 'cause you love him, but

I've got an interactive, sick and twisted imagination.

That's gotta count for something.

You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.

Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.

Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies. It's okay if you tweet like that.

I dreamt of standing in your doorstep, licking sweat off of your forehead with your finger in my mouth and the sound when leather jackets hit the ground.

You should hear when you're not around, when it's just us horny poets who can't wait to write it down. Swear we were only being honest. Do you like these little sonnets?

'Cause I wrote them just for you.

How quickly they turned sour, so be careful who you screw.

You never call, and I'm starting to suspect you don't intend to do anything you say at all.

We want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.

Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.

Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.

-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -All by yourself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

English translation

Now you suck!

You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.

Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.

Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.

-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -So how should I begin this?

I guess it started when you were with him, and how he never even took you out to dance.

Did he fuck with any rhythm? And now he's playing with your head.

But did he ever make you come? Did he ever make you cry?

Did the wires in your mind get sewn together, rubbed and severed by the heat?

You don't know how long I could stare into your picture and wish that it was me. I guess it's different 'cause you love him, but

I've got an interactive, sick and twisted imagination.

That's gotta count for something.

You want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.

Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.

Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies. It's okay if you tweet like that.

I dreamt of standing in your doorstep, licking sweat off of your forehead with your finger in my mouth and the sound when leather jackets hit the ground.

You should hear when you're not around, when it's just us horny poets who can't wait to write it down. Swear we were only being honest. Do you like these little sonnets?

'Cause I wrote them just for you.

How quickly they turned sour, so be careful who you screw.

You never call, and I'm starting to suspect you don't intend to do anything you say at all.

We want to talk about sex, but we're not allowed.

Well, you may not like me, but you better lay down 'cause it's your turn now.

Boy, you're wasting your time on lame excuses and lies.

-Now what's on your nasty old mind? -All by yourself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind. All by herself, sits alone.

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

All by herself, sits alone. I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind.

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