6 March 2009
God broke the mold, When he made this one I know She's breathtaking but so much more She walks in the room, your lungs close Making you never want to breathe again Her boyfriend has got so much dough
Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt You don't believe his stories You know that they're all lies Bad as you are, you stick around
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