| Thanks for treating me like every boy you meet
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| So please come in and take a seat
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| Here’s the part when I learn, and you will teach
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| On how to treat people like a piece of meat
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| I want a genuine, not a replica
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| Lethal medicine, a pin to the cornea
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| A sight for sore eyes
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| While other guys consume the lie, I’ll run and hide
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| No doors exist on my fortress
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| The only entrance is the one I bear
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| You’re nothing more than a temptress
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| I fell victim to a heartless snare
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| Burn the bitch down
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| I never will cross that bridge again
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| I cannot trust you easily
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| Or think that I’m the only one
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| I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why
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| So baby burn the bitch down
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| I never will cross that bridge again
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| I’d rather drown
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| I’m the master of construction
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| Because I’m building walls like it’s my occupation
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| If you portray a liar, I’ll shut you out without hesitation
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| It’s an art form of consummate skill
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| Of how she plays them like the pawn
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| Making boys drool at her will
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| Like Pavlov to the dogs
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| No doors exist on my fortress
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| The only entrance is the one I bear
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| You’re nothing more than a temptress
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| I fell victim to a heartless snare
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| Burn the bitch down
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| I never will cross that bridge again
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| I cannot trust you easily
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| Or think that I’m the only one
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| I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why
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| So baby burn the bitch down
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| I never will cross that bridge again
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| I’d rather, I’d rather, I’d rather
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| Drown me, slit my throat so lightly
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| Pick me up and drop me right into my grave
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| And now I wonder, sit alone and ponder
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| Should I even bother, when I see your face?
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| The itch I couldn’t scratch
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| Thought I’d come crawling back, but no
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| I’d much rather, rather, rather, rather, rather
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| Sing it, boys
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| I’d rather burn the bitch down
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| I never will cross that bridge again
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| I cannot trust you easily
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| Or think that I’m the only one
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| I never let people in, and I have you to remind me why
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| So baby burn the bitch down, I never will cross that bridge again
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| Go ahead and burn the bridge right down, it’s what you wanted
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| Burn the bridge right down
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| I’m not the only one, the only one
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| So baby burn the bitch down, I never will cross that bridge again
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| I’d rather drown |