| Well, I’ve had my share of sweet-talking Romeos
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| But you take the cake
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| When you text your ex and flirt with the hot waitress
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| Right in front of my face
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| When you mess around, you don’t mess around
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| You’re a cut above the rest
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| You’re a low-blow virtuoso
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| I’m not mad, I’m impressed
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| Where’d you learn to break apart somebody’s heart
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| Take the piece you want and run off?
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| Where’d you learn to make 'em fall, then never call?
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| Only wanna get yours and get lost
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| Well, did you get a full ride to the college of Casanova?
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| Get a B.s. |
| in giving cold shoulders?
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| Did you graduate all alone at the top of your class?
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| Tell me baby, where’d you learn to love
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| Where’d you learn to love like that?
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| Well I know your preacher and your third grade teacher
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| And I call your mama by her first name
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| So you must’ve been raised by wolves
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| 'Cause Debby damn sure don’t play that game |