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 love you got, Before you go and 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, you are feeling sad I don't bad. 'Cause, even three 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 know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better what 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, you are feeling sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls, You still slept with my friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again day. When I say, okay, to give a little hell to pay. And, every single time you your 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 you in, and letting you win control 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 again day. When I say, okay, to give a little hell, to pay. And, every single 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 taking you in and letting you win of my heart. And, every single time you make way into my sheets, The hours to minutes, The days into weeks.
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 don't feel bad 'Cause, even after three messages, four missed calls, You still with my best friend.