I kept my ringer on
On call for all your shit
I'd psychoanalyze your problems
Like an unpaid therapist
Acted like it was such a big deal
To call it what it is
I guess you're used to getting what you want Without paying for it
And I wanted more
And you were just bored
Mess me up
That's what friends are for
So what
If I'm crying on the floor
Act like we're keeping it platonic
Doesn't it seem a little bit ironic
With your hands on my waist
And your tongue down my throat
Do you say we're just friends
Just to fuck me up?
‘Member the night we met
That you made your girlfriend cry
Thought you were somеthing that I could fix
But you're a master of your crime
And I wantеd you
And you wanted to
Mess me up
That's what friends are for
So what
If I'm crying on the floor
Act like we're keeping it platonic
Doesn't it seem a little bit ironic
With your hands on my waist
And your tongue down my throat
Do you say we're just friends
Just to fuck me up?
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