| I’m 22
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| Thought I’d be done with these games and moves
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| Taking me back to high school
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| Where boys treat me like toys to use
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| Like toys to use
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| Yet here we go again
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| Waiting on you like a game of chess
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| Waiting for you to check mate again
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| Catch me all weak use my love and care
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| Cause you don’t care
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| You’re addicted to the feeling of winning these chicks and dealing
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| All your best moves make the killing like your gambling for millions
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| Once you
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| Get them in your hold, you fill the hole, take what you want
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| Then you’re on to the next, boy I’m so impressed, you haven’t got bored
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| Aren’t you bored
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| Aren’t you bored
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| Repeating scripts to chicks admit that it gets tiring making
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| Hearts sore
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| Hearts so sore
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| Breaking them in an acts of pretend, tally’s rising every weekend
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| Every weekend
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| You take a new one and just pretend
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| She means the world to you
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| You fean it
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| Until the scene ends
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| I’m quick to judge
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| Guess my heart has been through enough
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| Always craving a crazy love
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| Thought I could deal but I ain’t that tough
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| I ain’t that tough
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| Think it’s common sense
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| Not to fake to get into bed
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| Not to take if you’ll leave instead
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| Of pulling through on your promises
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| Fake promises
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| You’re addicted to the feeling of winning these chicks and dealing
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| All your best moves make the killing like your gambling for millions
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| Once you
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| Get them in your hold, you fill the hole, take what you want
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| Then you’re on to the next, boy I’m so impressed, you haven’t got bored
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| Aren’t you bored
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| Aren’t you bored
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| Repeating scripts to chicks admit that it gets tiring making
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| Hearts sore
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| Hearts so sore
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| Breaking them in an acts of pretend, tally’s rising every weekend
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| Every weekend
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| You take a new one and just pretend
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| She means the world to you
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| You fean it
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| Until the scene ends |