Yeah, you sure broke my heart 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, Before you go and it away.
But, say that 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, you are feeling sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls, You still slept my best friend.
Yeah, you got a lot of nerve, To say that was all my fault. I know you called, I got 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. You're the type of girl, texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even three text messages, four missed calls, You still slept my best 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 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 single time you make your way into my sheets, The hours 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, 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 you make your way into my sheets, The hours to minutes, The turn into weeks.
Oh, I know, all your type. You're the type of girl, that all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad, I feel bad 'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls, You slept with my best friend.