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