| She’s tweeting me love hearts
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| And telling everyone she knows
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| Changed her relationship status
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| And calling all my other girls hoes
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| You thought my love was getting back in touch
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| When you missed my call
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| But it was just a butt dial, it was just a butt dial
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| Popped up in ya missed calls list
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| She couldn’t believe it,
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| You thought I forgot you existed
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| Our love had drifted, I must have missed it
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| Why else would my calls have been coming in so persistent?
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| You fantasize why I called you up
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| Maybe I saw sense, realized that I fucked it up
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| And want you back, how sweet is that?
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| But you were unaware
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| I had dialed ya digits, with my derriere
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| 'Cause at 4am you were sound asleep
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| It takes the cheek, that I would be dialing you with my bum cheeks
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| Ya thought I wanted a deep chat
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| Little did ya know that
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| I’d hit ya number with my butt crack
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| I hate to tell ya through song
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| But this asshole’s been leading you on
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| This asshole’s been leading you on
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| She’s tweeting me love hearts
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| And telling everyone she knows
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| Changed her relationship status
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| And calling all my other girls hoes
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| You thought my love was getting back in touch
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| When you missed my call
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| But it was just a butt dial, it was just a butt dial
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| Baby girl, here’s the thing
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| If you’re like most other girls
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| You’ll expect a ring, and you got one
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| But not the sort that you thought you’d be getting
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| Sorry if my tone’s upsetting
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| Do you get it? |
| I said tone like a ringtone
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| I guess we were engaged in a way
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| Meaning my butt to your mobile phone
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| It don’t know how to quit
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| I bet that you think that my butt is full of shhh…
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| (And it is… 'cause it’s a butt)
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| She’s tweeting me love hearts
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| And telling everyone she knows
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| Changed her relationship status
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| And calling all my other girls hoes
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| You thought my love was getting back in touch
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| When you missed my call
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| But it was just a butt dial, it was just a butt dial
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| You and my butt, could get married
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| And little butthole children, you could be carrying girl
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| There’s enough of me to go round
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| You’ll live in a house, in the countryside
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| You’ll look after the kids and my butt’ll provide for you girl
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| In a stable job like an accountant
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| Or a lawyer, or a doctor, or a dentist
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| She’s tweeting me love hearts
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| And telling everyone she knows
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| Changed her relationship status
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| And calling all my other girls hoes
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| We used to date and those times were great
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| And you gave good head
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| But it was just a butt dial, it was just a butt dial |