Yeah, you broke my heart last week, When you said you had slept him. I you called, I got them all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better love you 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, that you are sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even after text messages, four missed calls, You still slept with my 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 love what ya got, you go, and give it away.
But, say that 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 after text 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 hell to pay. And, every single time you make your way into my 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 letting you win of my heart. And every single time you make your way my sheets, The hours to minutes, The days turn weeks.
Rain, rain, go away, again another day. When I say, it's okay, to a little hell, to pay. And, every single 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 you win control of my heart. And, every time you make your way into my sheets, The move to minutes, The days turn weeks.
Oh, I know, all your type. You're the type of girl, texts 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, four calls, You slept with my best friend.