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Lavender on your skin
In anticipation of the smell of him
You shave your legs so they're nice and smooth
Just the way he likes it when he's touching you (touching you)
See the lights are low
And the joints are rolled
Got a bottle of sweet merlot

And only God knows where he is
It's like his phone just don't exist
You know that he won't text you back
And God knows you don't deserve that

So shave your legs
And drink your wine
And smoke that joint
Girl, you're doing fine
Go draw a bath in lavender
Do all the things that you prefer

And only God knows where he is
It's like his phone just don't exist
You know that he won't call you back
And God knows you don't deserve that
Uh, uh, uh, uh

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