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If I could kick his head in, fickle little boyfriend, I'd be satisfied |
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If I could smack some sense into his senses, I might feel alright |
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'Cause I spent the weekend, waiting all alone |
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For that rat to come back home |
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When all the while, he was with somebody new |
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And now that I know, his hours are few |
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'Cause I just can't forgive and forget |
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When I'm through with him |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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'Cause I know what he's been up to |
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And I know that he's been untrue |
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When I am through with he |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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If I could snap that neck, that broken record trainwreck |
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I might feel okay |
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If he could speak the truth or just say sorry, |
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that would be the day |
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But he made me crazy, thinking I was wrong |
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That he wasn't cheatin' all along |
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When I gave him everything that I could give |
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Now he's gonna wish he'd never lived |
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'Cause I just can't forgive and forget |
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When I'm through with him |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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'Cause I know what he's been up to |
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And I know that he's been untrue |
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When I am through with he |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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And what can I do |
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And what can I say |
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To make it untrue |
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To take this pain away |
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'Cause I just can't forgive and forget |
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When I'm through with him |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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'Cause I know what he's been up to |
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And I know that he's been untrue |
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When I am through with he |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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When I am through with he |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
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When I am through with he |
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He will be wishing he was dead |
