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what we're gonna do - ben eales lyrics

oh my god, i love that song

ok
hey boy, lemme tell ya how this ends
cuz it’s starting with a feeling where you drive me round the bend
but we both know that’s it’s heading down a path where we’re good friends
then that just ain’t enough so now i’m laying in your bed
and there’s one mutual question laying with us in our heads
but no one wants to ask the other what it means and what comes next
so we’re both playing the game and we’re both playing hard to get
throw in a too convincing kiss and suddenly we’re both upset
like what did it really mean and should we have ever have met
and suddenly we’re starting back to when you drove me round the bend
but i really can’t stay away so i hope we’ll start again
but you’re acting different, messing around with other men
at first it’s quite upsetting and at first you’re quite a c*nt
that’s at first, that’s before i realize that it’s all a front
cuz you still give me the look i can’t describe, you know the one
so why’s a guy with clear targets acting like he’s on the hunt
so i’ll tell you how this ends as we sit in the same bar
we’re heading back to your place in the same car
you run your fingers through my hair, make the wave part
straight in with the bullseye and you don’t even play darts
strawberry sweet, i ain’t the same tart
you don’t gotta hide your feelings baby, that’s a shamed heart
so the way that this ends is how jack likes to paint art
let’s skip the greetings, i already got the name card
we both know where this is going and this clearly isn’t slowing anytime soon
so let’s cut past the formalities, we both know exactly what we’re gonna do
what we’re gonna do

love ain’t a dirty word
why you afraid to say it?
love can be a dirty game
we both know that you wanna play it
we both know this is happening, why are we willing to delay it
how’d you know you hate a new food unless you try to taste it?
you can’t trust instinct
20 years ago, the love instinct was n*sync
and nowadays the world seems way less in sync
can’t read the fine print unless the printer’s printing
so i ask you again
if you pick up a book do you skip straight to the end
it’s all about the journey, the earning, development and turning
it ain’t fahrenheit, why the h*ll’s your instinct just to burn it
and i know this ain’t hurt cuz if i’m just a mindless bedding than that hurts me
the past few months, why would you think you don’t deserve me
or i don’t deserve you, what am i worth to you
do you think i deserve better or that you deserve the earth too
and now we’re back at that bend
but i’m getting scared of losing you again
cuz i know if this screws up we ain’t going back to friends
you gotta put the work in cuz i don’t want this to end
and part of me knows it’s gonna work out fine
but if i tell you how this ends will you pick a new storyline
i got faith in a sinner, man
testify today, i love the inner man
we both know where this is going and this clearly isn’t slowing anytime soon
so let’s cut past the formalities, we both know exactly what we’re gonna do
what we’re gonna do

i don’t really know how natural this feeling is
true love isn’t my wheelhouse, lack of experience
all that i can really confirm is that i’m feeling it
even when i hate you, you find a way to reel me in
nothing knows comfort like the feeling when you feel my skin
we could go out, tonight i kinda feel like staying in
takeout on the couch, wanna watch a scary movie
we could just chill, netflix don’t need you to do me
maybe light a doobie, snackin’ like i’m scooby
deeply, madly, yours, truly in love
like i’m floating above
bring me down to earth again because

we both know where this is going and this clearly isn’t slowing anytime soon
so let’s cut past the formalities, we both know exactly what we’re gonna do
what we’re gonna do
we both know where this is going and this clearly isn’t slowing anytime soon
so let’s cut past the formalities, we both know exactly what we’re gonna do
what we’re gonna do

- ben eales lyrics

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