Yeah, you sure my heart last week, When you said you had slept him. I know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better what you got, you go and give it away.
But, don't say that I 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 don't bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, four calls, You still with my best 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, say that I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about type. You're the of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, you are feeling sad I don't bad. 'Cause, even after text messages, four missed calls, You slept with my best friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come another day. When I say, it's okay, to give a little to pay. And, single time 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 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, every single time you make your way into my The hours to minutes, The days turn, weeks. And I know, so cool, but I must be a fool. For taking you in and you win control of my heart. And, every single time you your way into my sheets, The move to minutes, The days turn weeks.
Oh, I know, all about type. You're the of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad, I don't bad 'Cause, after three text messages, four missed calls, You still slept my best friend.