Yeah, you sure my heart last week, When you you had slept 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 I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about type. You're the 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, four calls, You still with 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, say that I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all your type. the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even after three messages, four missed calls, You still slept with my friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, again another day. When I say, it's okay, to give a little to pay. And, every single you make your way into my sheets The hours to minutes, The turn, into 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 you make your way into my sheets, The move to minutes, The days into weeks.
Rain, rain, go away, come another day. I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay. And, every single time you make your way into my The move to minutes, The days turn, 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 you make your way into my sheets, The hours to minutes, The turn into weeks.
Oh, I know, all your type. You're the of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, you are feeling sad, I don't feel bad 'Cause, even after three messages, four missed calls, You slept with my best friend.