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mmm, yeah
talk to me crooked,
baby
Two in the morning and you doing that thing
Cleaning a clean kitchen,
phone face-down on the sink
You got a whole speech you been folding up small Keep it
in your jacket, keep it off of the wall I don't want
the version you practice in the hall Give me the one that
don't show up at all
Put the pretty down,
leave it in the car Tell me where it really hurts,
not the part you rehearse
Give me the worst of it
Whatever's been heavy, baby,
give me the worst of it
No filter, no perfume,
no rehearsing it
Tell it to me ugly — that's the part I'm loving,
the worst of it
You from the kind of love that taught you to flinch
Somebody read your diary,
made you feel cheap
Now you spell-check your heart 'fore you let it speak
Take it misspelled, take it half-asleep
Tell me you scared I'm gone by the spring Tell me you
hate that you need anything I been the bad guy,
I know how it sing Lay your worst on me,
watch me turn it to a ring
Give me the worst of it
Whatever's been heavy, baby,
give me the worst of it
No filter, no perfume,
no rehearsing it
Tell it to me ugly — that's the part I'm loving,
the worst of it Don't shrink it down,
don't make it small
I want the
loud part, the part with the fall
Whatever you whisper, say it loud say it now,
say it now
That's the whole song to me
Lay your worst on me,
lay your worst on me Whatever you scared of,
leave it here with me
The worst of it,
the worst of
it... keep it on me