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