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girl you better love what you got
before you go and give it away
but dont say that i don't know you
'cause, oh, i know , all about your type
you're the type of girl
that texts all day and talks all night and,
oh i know that you are feeling sad
i don't feel bad 'cause even after three text messages,
four missed calls you still slept with my best friend
yeah you sure got a lot of nerve to say
that this was all my fault i know you called,
i got them all la ra ra ra da da
girl you better love what you got,
before you go and give it away but don't say that i don't know you
'cause, oh, i know , all about your type
you're the type of girl that texts all day
and talks all night and, oh i know that you are feeling sad
i don't feel bad 'cause even after three text messages,
four missed calls you still slept with my best friend so i sing,
rain rain go away, come again another day when i say,
it's okay to give a little hell to pay and every single time
you make your way into my sheets the hours move to minutes,
but the days turn into weeks and i know you're so cool,
but i must be a fool for taking you in and letting you win
control of my heart and every single time you
make your way into my sheets the hours move to minutes,
but days turn into weeks
rain rain go away, come again another day when i say,
it's okay to give a little hell to pay and every single time you make
your way into my sheets the hours move to minutes,
but the days turn into weeks and i know you're so cool,
but i must be a fool for taking you in and letting you win
control of my heart and every single time you
make your way into my sheets the hours move to minutes,
but days turn into weeks