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The words are comin', I feel terrible.
Is it typical? For us to end like this?
Am I just another scene, from a movie that you've seen, one hundred times?
'Cause baby, you weren't the first, or the last, or the worst,
And I've gotta fill the blanks in this past with a verse.
We could sit around and cry, but frankly you're not worth it,
Anymore.
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby, I understand how you're makin' new friends, this is how you get by.
The moral this time is,
Girls make boys cry, and I...
On any other day, we'd shoot the boy,
But your simple toy, had caused a scene like that...
Leave him hangin' on the walls, just a picture in the hall,
Like a hundred more.
Consider this as a gift,
As you taste him on your lips,
And he's makin' you SCREAM with his hands on your hips.
Hope he's leavin' you empty, baby this is just a fix,
For such a simple,
Little,
Whore.
Say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby, I understand that you're makin' new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is,
Girls make boys cry and I...
Whoa, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
And your name,
Remains the same.
All that has changed,
Is this pretty face.
So pull the trigger, And your name
It never gets closer, remains the same
You want to start over, remains the same
Never start over. Is this pretty face...
Say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time...
And baby I understand how you're makin' new friends, this is how you get by.
The moral this time, is
Girls make boys cry, and I...
Say hello, say hello-whoa-oh
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time
And baby, I understand, how you're makin' new friends,
This is how you get,
by
The moral this time is, Moral this time is
Girls make boys cry, and....
Is it typical? For us to end like this?
Am I just another scene, from a movie that you've seen, one hundred times?
'Cause baby, you weren't the first, or the last, or the worst,
And I've gotta fill the blanks in this past with a verse.
We could sit around and cry, but frankly you're not worth it,
Anymore.
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby, I understand how you're makin' new friends, this is how you get by.
The moral this time is,
Girls make boys cry, and I...
On any other day, we'd shoot the boy,
But your simple toy, had caused a scene like that...
Leave him hangin' on the walls, just a picture in the hall,
Like a hundred more.
Consider this as a gift,
As you taste him on your lips,
And he's makin' you SCREAM with his hands on your hips.
Hope he's leavin' you empty, baby this is just a fix,
For such a simple,
Little,
Whore.
Say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby, I understand that you're makin' new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is,
Girls make boys cry and I...
Whoa, whoa-whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
And your name,
Remains the same.
All that has changed,
Is this pretty face.
So pull the trigger, And your name
It never gets closer, remains the same
You want to start over, remains the same
Never start over. Is this pretty face...
Say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time...
And baby I understand how you're makin' new friends, this is how you get by.
The moral this time, is
Girls make boys cry, and I...
Say hello, say hello-whoa-oh
Lipstick lullabies.
This is sorry for the last time
And baby, I understand, how you're makin' new friends,
This is how you get,
by
The moral this time is, Moral this time is
Girls make boys cry, and....