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Yeah, you sure broke my heart last week, |
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When you said you had slept, with him. |
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I know you called, I got them all. |
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. |
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La, da, da, da, da, da. |
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. |
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Girl, you better love what you got, |
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Before you go, and give it away. |
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. |
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But, don't say that I don't know you. |
| [00:32.13] |
'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type. |
| [00:38.19] |
You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. |
| [00:41.82] |
And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad; I don't feel bad. |
| [00:48.63] |
'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls, |
| [00:51.45] |
You still slept with my best friend. |
| [00:54.45] |
. |
| [00:56.26] |
Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve, |
| [01:00.84] |
To say that this was all my fault. |
| [01:05.65] |
I know you called, I got them all. |
| [01:09.96] |
. |
| [01:10.65] |
La, da, da, da, da, da. |
| [01:14.08] |
. |
| [01:16.96] |
Girl, you better love what ya got, |
| [01:20.15] |
Before you go, and give it away. |
| [01:24.59] |
. |
| [01:24.90] |
But, don't say that I don't know you. |
| [01:27.21] |
'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type. |
| [01:33.34] |
You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. |
| [01:36.90] |
And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad; I don't feel bad. |
| [01:43.77] |
'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls, |
| [01:45.77] |
|
| [01:46.63] |
You still slept with my best friend. |
| [01:49.75] |
. |
| [01:50.80] |
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again another day. |
| [01:53.80] |
When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay. |
| [01:56.68] |
And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, |
| [01:58.74] |
The hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks. |
| [02:00.93] |
And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool. |
| [02:03.54] |
For taking you in, and letting you win, control of my heart. |
| [02:05.91] |
And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, |
| [02:08.10] |
The hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks. |
| [02:10.60] |
. |
| [02:10.85] |
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day. |
| [02:12.97] |
When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell to pay. |
| [02:15.66] |
And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, |
| [02:18.04] |
The hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks. |
| [02:20.23] |
And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool. |
| [02:22.79] |
For taking you win, and letting you win, control of my heart. |
| [02:24.98] |
And, every single time you make your way, into my sheets, |
| [02:27.47] |
The hours move to minutes, the days turn, into weeks. |
| [02:29.72] |
. |
| [02:30.10] |
Oh, I know, all about your type. |
| [02:35.79] |
You're the type of girl that texts all day, and talks all night. |
| [02:39.48] |
And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad; I don't feel bad. |
| [02:45.97] |
'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls, |
| [02:48.23] |
You still slept with my best friend. |
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