| You’re blowing this way out of proportion
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| Who were you with Michael?
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| This girl I met, it was nothing
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| Don’t cry, look into my eyes
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| I can see the lies
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| Why don’t you try me on for size?
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| Don’t cry, look into my eyes
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| I can see the lies
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| Why don’t you try me on for size?
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| Stretch me out real thin like a tight pair of leggings with the holes ripped
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| open wide
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| Don’t try to bring that bullshit with me
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| 'Cause when it comes to liars, well
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| It takes one to know another
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| Looking at your phone
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| Through the Snapchat, messages
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| And missed facetimes from the other men
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| I can’t even make shit up
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| When I’m waking up with this empty heart beat in my chest
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| All I wanna do is take a knife and you know the rest
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| Suicide’s on my mind, I must confess
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| And it doesn’t help me in the slightest
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| Knowing that I’m not good enough for another
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| Don’t cry, look into my eyes
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| I can see the lies
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| Why don’t you try me on for size?
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| Don’t cry, look into my eyes
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| I can see the lies
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| Why don’t you try me on for size?
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| (For size) |