| Man a shout and whisper she nah respond,
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| And I wish we were together but nothin' a go run,
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| Man a shout and whisper she nah respond,
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| Wrapped me round her likkle finger like a wristband,
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| But you never say you love me babe but still I stick around,
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| An' you got me like a puppet draggin' me around the town,
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| When I treat you like a beauty queen you treat me like a clown,
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| And I think you like to do it jus' for fun,
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| You’re inconsiderate,
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| Inconsiderate about my love,
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| And it’s deliberate,
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| What you’re doing to my aching heart,
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| And Cupid knows,
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| Yeah he knows,
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| I’m shot by you,
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| If you want a shy guy tell me I can be it,
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| If you want a rude boy baby I can deal it,
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| If you want another man trust me you ah go feel it,
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| If you have no other blood let me be the reason,
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| You left about a week ago,
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| You told me that you goin' down to Chicago,
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| Because you dread girl me wanna let you know,
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| Girl I’m gone I’m done I’m gone,
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| You’re inconsiderate,
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| Inconsiderate about my love,
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| And it’s deliberate,
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| What you’re doing to my aching heart,
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| And Cupid knows,
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| Yeah he knows,
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| I’m shot by you,
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| You’re inconsiderate,
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| Inconsiderate about my love,
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| And it’s immediate,
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| To seek attention for my broken heart,
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| And Cupid knows,
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| Yeah he knows,
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| I’m shot by you,
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| Every mans dream is to make every galfren' right,
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| How come you full of ego and pride,
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| Better watch youself now cah the ting no hide,
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| Cah the lovin' and the touch mi give me put aside,
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| You claim seh you luv me buh you date anotha' man,
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| Me hav' a feelin' seh you gotta betta' plan,
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| You choose to let me car and ride pon a van,
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| Nex' time wen me see you gal I treat you like a fan,
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| You’re inconsiderate,
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| Inconsiderate about my love,
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| And it’s deliberate,
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| What you’re doing to my aching heart,
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| And Cupid knows,
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| Yeah he knows,
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| I’m shot by you,
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| You’re inconsiderate,
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| Inconsiderate about my love,
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| And it’s immediate,
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| To seek attention for my broken heart,
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| And Cupid knows,
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| Yeah he knows,
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| I’m shot by you, |