Martina Sorbara Casanova Lyrics

I put you on the King car
You'll be home in an hour
I ought to wipe the slate clean
With new sheets and a shower

You think I jumped the gun
Well, I think I bit the bullet
If I held that trigger again
I think I'd aim at you and pull it

I don't really know you
But you were no Casanova

You decide what I'm here to provide
Fun and conversation versus
Good old-fashioned lubrication
I'm fine, this is all contrived
And I'm fine that you're just
On vacation

I don't regret what we did
Nothing wrong with a little impulse
But, man, what I wouldn't give
To be the one not returning your calls

I don't really know you
But you were no Casanova
And that just goes to show you
That I'm right back where I started
Not even broken-hearted

I'm not even broken-hearted

It's a little bit to late
To correct this whole mistake
So I'm laying where we lay
Trying to lose this constant replay

I don't really know you
But you were no Casanova
And that just goes to show you
That I'm right back where I started
Not even broken-hearted

Written by: Adam Hay, Martina Sorbara
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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