| Here we go again from heroes to villains
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| Used to be your Romeo, but we both were jilted
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| A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with
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| But still it gave me hope that we'll get
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| Through it together, a severed earlobe
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| Mailed to you in an E-N-V- elope would be dope
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| But what kind of lengths can you go?
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| Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho
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| To be a housewife who outright lies
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| She's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my drive
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| I ran outside, why's she tryna act out?
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| She's just about my size, hit me in the mouth twice
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| Guys, when someone you'd die for
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| Sticks a steak knife in your heart, do you try more?
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| Another late night in, she stumbles through my door
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| Lets the daylight in and all we do's fight more
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| And I ain't violent, but she's goin' through my drawers
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| To plant the K-Y in; |
| I'm gettin' accused by a whore
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| Who smells like St. Ides and who's probably screwed five more
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| Guys, sucked eight/nine men
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| I'm takin' two-by-fours to our eight-by-tens
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| Bitch it's you I tore out the frame, I win
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| Put up a new high score, beat this game I'm in
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| And here's some two-ply for when you date my friends
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| In order to wipe your ass when you moved your bowels
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| When we renewed our vows, this the thanks I get?
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| I'm waitin' for the day I can
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| Hear you say, "Marshall, what a skank I've been
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| And there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him."
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| Got your tubes tied for him, got that boob job for him
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| Hurts me to my core, but the pain I'm in
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| After you, I swore to make the gray skies end
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| Here come the rays like wind, you get a pay hike and
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| Am I the good guy or do I just play like him
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| And hope that he dumps you?
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| It's like a dream come true, just to scream "Fuck you!"
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| Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then
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| 'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snake eyes in
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| Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
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| They'll call me guilty
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| You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
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| Even though you know the real me
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| You can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbeliever
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| And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out
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| But I let you say that you're the good guy
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| 'Cause this ain't what love looks like
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| You can't be the cheater, convincin' nonbeliever
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| I ain't in my feelings, I'm out
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| But I let you say that you're the good guy
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| They like, "You're the good guy."
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| They like, they like, they like, "You're the good guy." |