| When we first met
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| I hated your guts, I must admit
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| I hated your smile
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| And the way you walked
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| And I really really really hated hearing you talk
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| All you said was «blah, blah» to me
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| It took a long time to see
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| That maybe me, in my head, you were wanted in my arms
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| But luck turns out, you hated me more
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| You hated my laugh and the way I snored
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| And you don’t like rap, and read Twilight
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| We took one look and said «ew»
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| But things worked out
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| I got a girl, you got a dude
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| They’re both our world
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| And even though we don’t text
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| I can say «thank you, and God bless you playing on my heartstrings»
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| A dollar in my jeans
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| The only one I really need
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| So thank you God 'cause she keep playing on my heartstrings
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| And when we first met
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| I met her at a party in a club in a dress
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| She sipped another Bacardi and she said that I’m «fresh, cool as a suit»
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| But this ain’t nothing new
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| 2011 broken headed Nike’s airboats
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| Spent hella money, and I swear this’s true
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| She drove me crazy and up the wall
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| Back-to-back with all them white-ass calls like
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| «who you with?» |
| and «what's your name? |
| Bitch, I’m fuckin, are ya’ll a thing?»
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| Baby girl, I would never play you
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| Not like how you play me
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| She was playing on my heartstrings
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| «Whew, you know, that girl sure did do you dirty»
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| «She did me wrong, man»
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| «She played you like Stevie plays the piano»
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| «But it’s okay though, 'cause this is when I saw the OTHER girl»
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| «The other girl?»
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| «You know, the one with the-»
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| «OH'
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| «Yeah, you know how I get down, Jack, aight?»
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| «The OTHER girl»
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| «Shit, you better listen to me» |