| It ain’t his fault that she went A.W.O.L
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| 'Cause he tried everything from A to Z
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| Now it’s J&B, M&M's and KFC
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| Tryin' hard to make himself believe
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| It ain’t no B.F.D he’s got his C.M.T
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| No S E X but that’s okay
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| At least he ain’t no S.O.B like that Ph. D
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| That took his EX and ran off to L. A
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| She liked C.N.N made fun of his T.N.N
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| Always called it E I E I O
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| Now their love is RIP but at least he’s F R E E
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| And he ain’t cryin' on his P I L L O
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| It ain’t no B.F.D, he’s got his C.M.T
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| No S.E.X but that’s okay
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| At least he ain’t no S.O.B like that P.h.D
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| That took his EX and ran off to L. A
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| One night he ordered pizza
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| For some R&R with the N.F.L
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| When a delivery girl named Lisa
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| Stole his heart when she rang his bell
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| Now they’re in L U V and it’s X T C
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| No S E X yet but that’s A okay
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| Feels just like a VIP with all of her T.L.C
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| And A.S.A.P, she’ll be his fiance
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| And that’s a B.F.D in a real good way |