Yeah, you sure broke my 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, 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, you are feeling 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 know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better love ya got, you go, and give 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, that you are sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even three 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 little 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 your way my sheets, The move to minutes, The turn into weeks.
Rain, rain, go away, come another day. I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay. And, every single time you make 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 you in and letting you win control of my heart. And, every single time you your way into my sheets, The move to minutes, The days into weeks.
Oh, I know, all your type. You're the of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad, I feel bad 'Cause, even after text messages, four missed calls, You slept with my best friend.