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Think of Me

Austin Powell

All day staring out the window
Thinking ‘bout how you wanna mingle
Telling me you wanna be single
Had to wait nine years though
I loved you through every season
Every fucking reason you gave me
Yeah, but you played me (you played me)

Are you at my door
Saying you want more
Telling me to back up
Oh, yeah
Or are you on all fours
Begging him for more
Curving your back up

And when you fucking him
I hope you think of me
Just like I taught ya
Just like I taught ya
And when you back it up
I hope you brag it up
Just like I taught ya
Just like I taught ya

(Just like I taught ya)

You're probably on the dance floor right now
Bumping and grinding, shake it down
This coulda been our town
Shoulda been ours
But you couldn't handle me
All that shit inside of me (no)
Never could handle me
But you couldn't

Are you at my door
Begging me for more
Telling me to back up
Oh, yeah
Or are you on all fours
Giving him four more
Tell me what you want
(What do you want)

And when you fucking him
I hope you think of me
Just like I taught ya
Just like I taught ya
And when you back it up
I hope you brag it up
Just like I taught ya
Just like I taught ya

And when you fucking him
I hope you think of me
Just like I taught ya
Just like I taught ya
And when you back it up
I hope you brag it up
Just like I taught ya
Just like I taught ya

(Just like I taught ya)