| Ohh
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| Ohh
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| No, no, no
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| (You know there are two sides to every story)
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| See I don’t know why you cryin' like a bitch
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| Talkin' shit like a snitch
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| Why you write a song 'bout me?
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| If you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t wanna share
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| Tellin' everybody just how you feel
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| Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow
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| Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
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| Fuck all the cryin', it didn’t mean jack
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| Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
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| Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow
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| Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
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| Fuck all the cryin', it didn’t mean jack
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| Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
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| You thought you could really make me moan
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| I had better sex all alone (Ha ha ha ha)
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| I had to turn to your friend
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| Now you want me to come back, you must be smokin' crack
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| Im goin' else where and thats a fact
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| Fuck all those nights, I moaned real loud
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| Fuck it, I faked it, aren’t you proud?
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| Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
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| Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack
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| Fuck all those nights, I moaned real loud
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| Fuck it, I faked it, aren’t you proud?
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| Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
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| Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| You questioned: «Did I care?»
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| Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there
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| Now it’s, over
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| But I do admit I’m glad, I didn’t catch your crabs
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| I can’t sweat that 'cause I got to go
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| Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow
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| Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
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| Fuck all the cryin', it didn’t mean jack
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| Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Oh, oh
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| You made me do this |