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It's okay
Chorus:
It’s okay
Oh
It’s okay
Oh
It’s okay
I can live out my fantasies through my own secret little dreams
I don’t need to be with you
It’s all in my memory
And when I’m having sex with someone
And not just anyone
A man I claim to love
Maybe I’ll keep those memories too
And look back with the truth
Chorus:
It’s okay
Oh
It’s okay
Oh
It’s okay
Maybe in a hot mess
In the backseat of my car
I’ll get you to undress
Maybe leash out those fantasies
That I act out in my dreams
If you just let me
just let me, just let me
Bridge:
I saw your face
what a disgrace
But I saw your face
what a disgrace
So as you walk away
You don’t want me anymore
So as you walk away
You don’t want me anymore
And I’ll sit in the backseat of my own little car
with the rain beating down on the rooftop, rooftop
And I’ll sit in the backseat of my own little car
with the rain beating down on the rooftop, rooftop
And I’ll sit in the backseat of my own little car
Counting the memories and all the endless dreams
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