Yeah, you broke my heart last week, When you you had slept with him. I know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you love what you got, Before you go and 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 don't bad. 'Cause, after three text messages, four missed calls, You slept with 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 love what ya got, Before you go, and it away.
But, don't say that I know 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 still slept my best friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again day. When I say, it's okay, to give a little to pay. And, every single time you make your way 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 single time you make your way into my sheets, The hours to minutes, The days turn weeks.
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 way into my sheets 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 letting you win of my heart. And, every single time you make your way my sheets, The move to minutes, The days into weeks.
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 feeling sad, I feel bad 'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls, You slept with my best friend.