| She struts up to me
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| She whispers my name as if I know her
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| But I never knew her
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| She asks me the time
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| Quarter one we go for a drive
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| I just don’t know her
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| On the coldest night
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| On the darkest road
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| I will sleep alone
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| Cause it’s better than you
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| Yeah it’s better than you
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| You can’t play me like that as a matter of fact
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| You’re nothing more than a typical whore
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| And I wont be your fool anymore
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| We go to her house
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| Flip on the tellie and lie on the couch
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| But I don’t feel her… anymore
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| She asks me to bed
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| This is the end on my disenchantment
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| Now that I’m walking out the door
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| On the coldest night
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| On the darkest road
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| I will sleep alone
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| Cause it’s better than you
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| Yeah it’s better than you
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| You can’t play me like that as a matter of fact
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| You’re nothing more than a typical whore
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| And I wont be your fool anymore
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| Maybe someday you’ll get it Perhaps you’ll regret it Or maybe you’ll find someone else who accepts it I wont be the one
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| (You can’t play me like that as a matter of fact)
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| (You can’t play me like that as a matter of fact)
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| On the coldest night
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| On the darkest road
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| I will sleep alone
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| Cause it’s better than you
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| Yeah it’s better than you
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| You can’t play me like that as a matter of fact
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| You’re nothing more than a typical whore
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| And I wont be your fool anymore
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| Maybe someday you’ll get it Perhaps you’ll regret it Or maybe you’ll find someone else who accepts it I wont be the one |