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Lonely Star
by The Weeknd



It seems like pain and regret are your best friends
'Cause everything you do leads to them
Baby I could be your best friend
And baby I could f*** you right (ooh whoa)

Baby you could have it all
Baby you could have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star

Baby you could have it all
Baby you could have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star

Blaming all your sins on your best friends
And nothing's ever ever your fault
Nothing's your fault baby, no
Baby you don't need your best friends, whoa
'Cause I got everything you want

Baby you could have it all
Baby you could have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star

Baby you could have it all
Baby you could have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star

If, all I could say is if
Promise me you won't regret me when you're touching on my skin
Let the wrong path come to me
One day I'm hoping that you, will remember me
When you f*** them you'll see my face
My body is yours
Give them any other day but Thursday
You belong to me
Every Thursday
I wait for you
I'll be beautiful for you
Every Thursday
I exist only on Thursday

Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday, Thursday
Not on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
But on Thursday

(I love the new cars)
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written by McKinney, Martin "Doc" / Tesfaye, Abel / Montagnese, Carlo
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.