Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song cheatercheaterbestfriendeater, artist - Never Shout Never. Date of issue: 23.08.2010
Song language: English
cheatercheaterbestfriendeater |
| Yeah you sure broke my heart last week |
| When you said you had slept with him |
| I know you called, I got them all |
| La da da da da da |
| Girl you better love what you got |
| Before you go and give it away |
| But don’t say that I don’t know you |
| Cos oh, I know, all about your type |
| You’re the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night |
| And oh, I know, that you are feeling sad |
| I don’t feel bad, cause even after three text messages, four missed calls |
| You still slept with my best friend |
| Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve |
| To say that this was all my fault |
| I know you called, I got them all |
| La da da da da da |
| Girl you better love what you got |
| Before you go and give it away |
| But don’t say that I don’t know you |
| Cause oh, I know, all about your type |
| You’re the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night |
| And Oh, I know, that you are feeling sad |
| I feel bad, cause even after three text messages, four missed calls |
| You still slept with my best friend |
| So I sing, «Rain, rain, go away, come again another day» |
| When I say it’s okay to give a little hell to pay |
| And every single time you make your way into my sheets |
| The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks |
| And I know you’re so cool, but I must be a fool |
| For taking you in and letting you win control of my heart |
| And every single time you make your way into my sheets |
| The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks |
| So I sing, «Rain, rain, go away, come again another day» |
| When I say it’s okay to give a little hell to pay |
| And every single time you make your way into my sheets |
| The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks |
| And I know you’re so cool, but I must be a fool |
| For taking you in and letting you win control of my heart |
| And every single time you make your way into my sheets |
| The hours move to minutes, the days turn into weeks |
| Oh, I know, all about your type |
| You’re the type of girl that texts all day and talks all night |
| And oh, I know, that you are feeling sad |
| I don’t feel bad, cause even after three text messages, four missed calls |
| You still slept with my best friend |