Oh, I think I know who you are
I see it all the time
So, honey
Does your mama know your type?
Oh, got paintings of my picture on your jacket
I see you there at every show
You're driving out of state to see me, oh yeah
Even your friends would tell you so
You don't get me
Get it?
Got it wrong
Oh, yeah
You don't get me
Get it?
Got it wrong
Got it wrong
You don't get nothing, girl
Got it wrong
Come on
Oh, I think you know what you want
You think you got it right
So funny
Tell it different every night
Oh, yeah, the day you saw my photo in the paper
I got a face you think you know
Hang around the back to see me running
Till they say you gotta go
You don't get me
Get it?
Got it wrong
No, no
You don't get me
Get it?
Got it wrong
You don't get it
You don't get nothing, girl
So wrong
Done explaining how you're vile
You infect me with your eyes
Entertaining on the sly
If you land me, I'll deny
I'll be laughing through your tears
When I throw you outta here
But you made it all the way
Got it wrong
Got it wrong
Don't get me
You getting this?
You got it wrong
Don't get me
Oh, no
Don't get me
You getting this?
You got it wrong
You don't get nothing
No, no
You got it all wrong
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