| Well you stole my stole my heart
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| Me, I stole your innocence
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| Well age just ain’t so easy to replace
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| And you’re bitter cause I always win
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| So how do you make up for it?
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| Go ahead, sleep with every boy in town
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| But you’re not a whore, you just don’t know who you are
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| You’re not a whore, you just don’t know who you are
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| Oh Friday night get ready for the bright lights
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| When Sunday comes you’ll make a good excuse
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| You know that he’s never gonna call you back
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| But you’re young
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| So what have you got to lose?
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| You’re not a whore, you just don’t know who you are
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| You’re not a whore, you just don’t know
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| Well you stole my stole my heart
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| Me, I stole your innocence
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| Age just ain’t so easy to replace
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| And you’re bitter cause I always win
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| So how do you make up for it?
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| Go ahead, sleep with every boy in town
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| Well last we talked you were you were slitting your wrists
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| But I’m still convinced we’re gonna get hitched
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| If only I could learn to to forgive and forget
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| You’re not a whore, you just don’t know who you are
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| You’re not a whore, you just don’t know
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| You just don’t know, you just don’t know who you are |