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Don't forget about the money you owe me baby
I know your good for it but that was long before you left me
I really hope he drops you in a week
Sounds about the right amount of time it takes until he's bored
With your community physique
I think I'm gonna be sick
I won't ever find my parallel
I can't afford to keep my balence on your carasol
Don't forget about the money you owe me baby
The high road, it doesn't satisfy
Like any other man that your drunk dials
When your cold and alone and I faint to hear you cry
I think your making me sick
I won't ever find my parallel
I can't afford to keep my balence on this carasol
But it's just be easy to impare
Now I'm more than well aware
I won't ever find my parallel
I think your making me sick
I won't ever find my parallel
I can't afford to keep my balence on this carasol
I won't ever find my parallel
I can't afford to keep my balence on your carasol
But it's just be easy to impare
Now I'm more than well aware
I won't ever find my parallel
I think I'm gonna be sick
Don't forget about the money you owe me baby