Yeah, you sure broke my last week, When you you had slept with him. I know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better love you got, Before you go and it away.
But, don't say I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about type. You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and all night. And, oh, I know, you are feeling sad I don't bad. 'Cause, even after text messages, four missed calls, You still slept my best friend.
Yeah, you got a lot of nerve, To say this was all my fault. I know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you love what ya got, you go, and give it away.
But, don't say that I know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about type. You're the type of girl, that all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, you are feeling sad I don't bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, four calls, You still with my best friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, again another day. When I say, it's okay, to give a hell to pay. And, every single time you make way into my sheets The hours to minutes, The days turn, weeks. And, I know, you're so cool, but I be a fool. For taking you in, and letting you win of my heart. And every single time you your way into my sheets, The hours to minutes, The days turn weeks.
Rain, rain, go away, come another day. When I say, it's okay, to a little hell, to pay. And, every single time you make your way my sheets The hours to minutes, The turn, into weeks. And I know, so cool, but I must be a fool. For you in and letting you win control of my heart. And, every single time you make way into my sheets, The hours to minutes, The days turn weeks.
Oh, I know, all your type. You're the type of girl, that all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, you are feeling sad, I don't feel bad 'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls, You slept with my best friend.