Honey, I got a few words to say. It's kinda funny, in a pathetic way. Yea I don't even think you could fit trough the door, With a head that big, Surprised it don't hit the floor. If I had a dime for every time you looked in the mirror, I'd be a billionaire.
And boy don't think that your breakin' my heart, I can see right through you, your heinous smile, and you think you are -with your so called silence- so fly.
And you're tellin all your boys that I'm not over you, And I'd come back in a heartbeat if you asked me to but It's quite the contrary I'm fine.
Baby, can't you understand. I'm finally free from it's misery, I ain't in the palm of your hand, And now you're acting like a fool, GQ won't get you far. Don't flatter yourself, The only tears I cry are tears of joy . I made my choice. Keep running your mouth, I've tuned you out.
And boy don't think that your breakin' my heart, I can see right through you, your heinous smile, and you think you are -with your so called silence- so fly.
You never meant much to me any way, there was nothin' there, it was just a phase (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
