The Barista's out of control
She'll take any boy that walks through the door
Cause no one's watching out for their own
She thinks she's made of gold
And that she'll never ever go home alone
But no one's walking nobody home
When you see her do you need her?
I guess there's certain things that never get old
Listener when you kissed her
Did you do everything that you have been told?
He thinks she's all his own
And that she doesn't mess around since they boned
But they've all been talking he doesn't know
The Barista's a taker of souls
She maps out every one that she wants to own
But no one's falling no one at all
Mister she's a blister
You just need to leave this alone
You think you need her you can't feed her
She'll just keep on leading you on
I know you are a giving man
But what you're giving man gets old
So now it's time to take a stand
Let go of her hand and roll
The Barista's out on her own
She's got nobody here left to control
Cause no one's watching
No one's walking
No one's talking no more...
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