| I knew it was over
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| When you called and I cringed
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| I knew it was over
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| When I didn’t want us kissing
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| Over when I had people asking about you
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| And all I said was, «Ugh»
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| Breaking up with you was like taking my bra off
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| Feeling free and loose like this T-shirt I got on
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| I should be crying, grieving some kind of loss
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| But it’s like taking this pink and lacy suffocating bra off
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| I knew it was over
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| When you called me «babe»
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| And I wanted to throw up
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna be your baby
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| Over like a work day, like a you 9−5
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| Yeah I think you’re a really nice guy but
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| Breaking up with you was like taking my bra off
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| Feeling free and loose like this T-shirt I got on
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| I should be crying, grieving some kind of loss
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| But it’s like taking this pink and lacy suffocating bra off
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| Breaking up with you was like having a day off
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| Sitting on my couch, sipping Jack, eating Dippin Dots
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| Breaking up with you was like taking my bra off
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| Feeling free and loose like this T-shirt I got on
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| I should be crying, grieving some kind of loss
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| But it’s like taking this pink and lacy suffocating
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| Push up, flaky, too tight, stupid bra off
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| Bra off
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| Breaking up with you was like taking my bra off
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| Take it off girl, come on |