(He wants revenge)
I had ice cream for breakfast
And I'm rottin' in my sheets
And my hair, it smells like ashes
Never felt so lonely
Well, sir, you gave me the gut punch
Of the fuckin' century
Yet I, yet I, I'm the enemy
Hold up now, let's take it back
Back to the bar, with a Coke and Jack
He lost a fight, he blew his cash
He threw a fit and grabbed my ass
Boy, you cannot act like that
(B-boy, you cannot act like that)
I'm not your girlfriend, you'll get smacked
I drew a line and he got mad
He got mad
He got mad
Oh my God, he's out of his head
Oh my God, I thought we were friends
Told him off, and guess what he said?
If he can't get in my bed, he'll get revenge
He wants revenge
He wants revenge
He wants revenge
He wants revenge
Guess he had a dark side, guess I didn't know
Thought he was a good one, that's not even close
He's actin' out some weird kind of vendetta
Guess I should've known, guess I should've known better
Whatever
Oh my God, he's out of his head
Oh my God, I thought we were friends
Told him off, and guess what he said?
If he can't get in my bed, he'll get revenge
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
If he can't get in my bed, he'll get revenge
(He wants revenge)
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