| Now you don’t know, what you don’t have
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| Until it’s gone
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| Look through your phone
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| Like I should have all along
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| You’ve been a bad motherfucker
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| These pictures of these bitches I don’t know
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| I’m going out and never ever coming home
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| I put my high heels on
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| Walk right out the door
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| Best believe, I’mma leave
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| Don’t need you no more
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| Put my black dress on
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| Boy, you’ve done me wrong
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| Leave the keys, burn the sheets
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| And then move along
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| I’mma look damn good for all of your friends
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| Don’t cry when you see me again
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| I put my high heels on
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| Now you don’t know, what you don’t have
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| Until it’s walking in some red stilettos
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| Talking to some handsome devils
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| Jealous well you should be
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| It’s a feeling that I known way too well
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| A chance at having shot to hell
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| You’ve been a bad motherfucker
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| These pictures of these bitches I don’t know
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| Without me boy you’ll always feel alone
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| I put my high heels on
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| Walk right out the door
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| Best believe, I’mma leave
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| Don’t need you no more
|
| Put my black dress on
|
| Boy, you’ve done me wrong
|
| Leave the keys, burn the sheets
|
| And then move along
|
| I’mma look damn good for all of your friends
|
| Don’t cry when you see me again
|
| I put my high heels on
|
| Walk right out the door
|
| Best believe, I’mma leave
|
| Don’t need you no more
|
| Now you don’t know, what you don’t have
|
| Now you don’t know, what you don’t have
|
| Until it’s gone
|
| I put my high heels on
|
| Walk right out the door
|
| Best believe, I’mma leave
|
| Don’t need you no more
|
| Put my black dress on
|
| Boy, you’ve done me wrong
|
| Leave the keys, burn the sheets
|
| And then move along
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| I’mma look damn good for all of your friends
|
| Don’t cry when you see me again
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| I put my high heels on |