She was the type of girl,
Get me in so much trouble,
Head over heels in this,
That’s why I love her.
I don’t, like the way, that she talks to me,
When she tells me those things that I’d rather not hear,
In my ear, but they’re comin’ out her mouth,
And they’re HD clear.
She don’t, like the way, that I talk,
When, I’m sayin’ that I’m walkin’,
Out the door, with no remorsefulness,
And now she’s p***ed.
I don’t, think she loves me,
But attraction aside, and the fact I’m ugly, And the look in her eyes when she takin’ her clothes off, And when treated like a wash machine, to drop a load off.
She don’t, think that I,
Give a f*** to care, and I’d rather die,
But the truth of the mater, it’s all a lie,
And I can’t get her outta my mind,
I’m so blind.
I’m tangled in the spiderwebs, and can’t get out!
It’s like ya, breakin’ my heart, when you open your mouth!
It’s like ya, so excited when you’re bringin’ me down! (Bringin’ me down.)
Bringin’ me down! (Bringin’ me down.)
I don’t, like the way, that she flirts,
With, mini-skirts, and tight shirts,
And we’re drinkin’ at a local bar,
And she givin’ everybody the “f*** me!” eye.
She don’t, like the way,
I’m obsessed, and why she wearin’ that dress, man?
Need to cover her breast,
And maybe, they’ll leave her alone.
I don’t, like the way,
She’s so care free, those who know ways don’t call me, The …