Let’s Fight
It's been a while since you looked my way
And even longer since you touched my face
I'm sick and tired baby
Of feeling like I live alone
The only time you seem to give a damn
Is when I piss you off or when I make you mad
OK we'll just do it your way
[Chorus]
Ooh let's fight tonight
Put some fuel on the fire
You can break my heart and that's alright
You can make up for it later
Don't hold back
Be anything but nice
And under the sheets we can apologize
Ooh let's fight tonight
Tried wine and candles, fancy lingerie
And sexy games but you don't wanna play
I've tried dancing naked baby
But you still don't notice me
[Chorus]
Ooh let's fight tonight
Put some fuel on the fire
You can break my heart and that's alright
You can make up for it later
Don't hold back
Be anything but nice
And under the sheets we can apologize
Ooh let's fight tonight
Are you confused babe
Oh read my lips baby
Come a little bit closer
If you want some of this
[Chorus]
Ooh let's fight tonight
Put some fuel on the fire
You can break my heart and that's alright
You can make up for it later
Don't hold back
Be anything but nice
And under the sheets we can apologize
Ooh let's fight tonight
Ooh let's fight tonight
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