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Justin Timberlake
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When I wear his shirt, it feels like, like his skin over mineAnd the little holes and tears
And shreds on it are, are, are the, the memories of the past
That I wasn't there for, but, that somehow
I, I, I feel like I understand more when it's against my skin
It's an armor, like a barrier from the world
Like, our secret nobody else knows and I like that, you know?
It makes me feel like a woman, it makes me feel sexy
It makes me feel... it makes me feel like I'm his
(I'm his, I'm his, I'm his, I'm his, I'm his)