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Yeah,
you
sure
broke
my
heart
last
week,
When
you
said
you
had
slept
with
him.
I
know
you
called,
I
got
them
all.
La,
da,
da,
da,
da,
da.
Girl,
you
better
love
what
you
got,
Before
you
go
and
give
it
away.
But,
don't
say
that
I
don't
know
you.
'Cause,
oh,
I
know,
all
about
your
type.
You're
the
type
of
girl,
that
texts
all
day,
and
talks
all
night.
And,
oh,
I
know,
that
you
are
feeling
sad
I
don't
feel
bad.
'Cause,
even
after
three
text
messages,
four
missed
calls,
You
still
slept
with
my
best
friend.
Yeah,
you
sure
got
a
lot
of
nerve,
To
say
that
this
was
all
my
fault.
I
know
you
called,
I
got
them
all.
La,
da,
da,
da,
da,
da.
Girl,
you
better
love
what
ya
got,
Before
you
go,
and
give
it
away.
But,
don't
say
that
I
don't
know
you.
'Cause,
oh,
I
know,
all
about
your
type.
You're
the
type
of
girl,
that
texts
all
day,
and
talks
all
night.
And,
oh,
I
know,
that
you
are
feeling
sad
I
don't
feel
bad.
'Cause,
even
after
three
text
messages,
four
missed
calls,
You
still
slept
with
my
best
friend.
So,
I
sing,
rain,
rain,
go
away,
come
again
another
day.
When
I
say,
it's
okay,
to
give
a
little
hell
to
pay.
And,
every
single
time
you
make
your
way
into
my
sheets
The
hours
move
to
minutes,
The
days
turn,
into
weeks.
And,
I
know,
you're
so
cool,
but
I
must
be
a
fool.
For
taking
you
in,
and
letting
you
win
control
of
my
heart.
And
every
single
time
you
make
your
way
into
my
sheets,
The
hours
move
to
minutes,
The
days
turn
into
weeks.
Oh,
I
know,
all
about
your
type.
You're
the
type
of
girl,
that
texts
all
day,
and
talks
all
night.
And,
oh,
I
know,
that
you
are
feeling
sad,
I
don't
feel
bad
'Cause,
even
after
three
text
messages,
four
missed
calls,
You
still
slept
with
my
best
friend.
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