It's a little hard to to stomach all your amateur moves You're loose with me, like obviously But you lingering on the edge just like a bad perfume It's getting to me, embarrassingly
And here's the part where the girl gets pissed And the girl is me, did you get that hint?
Don't go, go where you don't belong Think I can make out (Oh) Ah, ah, how hard you hang on You keep calling, but you never get the message
Man, I wonder what you think, it's gonna go down You're sending another poem and think that'll let me go Or maybe you're just tryna to get me riled up now You're posting another pic, enclosing a note of his
Well, here's a map of the lines I drew And some girl steps over and the girl is you
Don't go, go where you don't belong Think I can make out (Oh) Ah, ah, how hard you hang on You keep calling, but you never get the message
So, where'd you get that confidence from? Last time that I checked, I won Let me be direct, "Just stop" You're being fucking weird Maybe I'm a petty bitch, but you made me resort to this
Don't go, go where you don't belong Think I can make out (Oh) Ah, ah, how hard you hang on You keep calling, but you never get the message
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