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DO YOU EXIST?

Verse 1

I’ve had the pretty ones,

The wild ones too,

The ones who swear forever

Till forever’s overdue.

And the crazy ones I love that there’s nothing they won’t do any other woman just won’t do

I’ve bought the flowers,

I’ve done the limousine,

I’ve been between your thighs, till all you could do was scream

Nothing’s ever what it seems.

I can clean up nice,

I can raise a little hell,

Been heaven to a few

And somebody else’s hell.

I’m not standing here heartbroken,

I’m doing pretty damn fine.

There’s just one thing I’m wondering—will you take it from behind?

Chorus

Do you exist,

Or are you just another wast of time

or just woman I invented

To entertain my mind?

One who doesn’t need my money,

Doesn’t waste my time,

Got a little class, a little crazy, from time to time

And a fire that matches mine.

I’m not looking for an angel.

God knows that ain’t my style

I’m just wondering—

Do you exist?

Verse 2

I like a woman with an attitude,

Who knows exactly what to do

And what she wants to do.

Can wear a dress then lingerie to impress

And still handle her own business.

She can laugh when I’m an asshole,

Call me out when I’m full of shit,

Know when to pull me closer

And when to say, “Deal with it.”

I don’t need another passenger,

I’m not trying to run your life.

You bring your world,

I’ll bring mine—

Maybe they fit just right this time.

Pre-Chorus

No auditions.

No applications.

No promises tonight.

But if you walk into the room

And something suddenly feels right…

Chorus

Do you exist,

Or are you just another waste of time?

Some woman I invented

To entertain my mind?

One who doesn’t need my money,

Doesn’t waste my time,

Got a little class, a little crazy,

And a fire that matches mine.

I’m not looking for an angel.

God knows that ain’t my type.

I’m just wondering—

Do you exist?

Bridge

Maybe you’re drinking coffee

Somewhere I’ve never been.

Maybe we’ve already crossed paths

And never looked again.

Maybe you’re raising hell somewhere,

Thinking the same damn thing—

“Where the hell are all the good ones?”

Well…

Here I am.

Breakdown

I’ve got some miles on me,

A couple scars and stories too.

Made enough mistakes

To know what I won’t do.

I’m not promising perfection.

I wouldn’t believe that line.

But if you’re looking for something real—

You might be looking for mine.

Final Chorus

Do you exist?

Not somebody who needs me—

Somebody who wants me

And knows the difference between the two.

Someone who can run beside me,

Not behind me all the time.

A little wicked,

A little beautiful,

And completely out her mind.

I’m not chasing anybody.

But baby, if you’re out there—

You shouldn’t be hard to recognize.

You’ll be the one who looks at me

Like she’s been wondering the same thing

Her whole damn life.

Outro

Do you exist?

Hell…

I guess we’ll find out.