Assume Aí

You blocked me out
Said you didn’t want me anymore
But you regretted it and came crawling back

She wanted to fight with me
Me, the bad boy
You know I’m good in bed
And my touch is dangerous
You told your friends
That you don’t feel a damn thing
But on your stories, it’s all just hints from you

Admit it, you’re missing me
Admit it, you’re missing me
When I had you, I had you wanting more