So you wouldn't call. So what? It's not like I was waiting By the phone, all alone.
And it isn't hard. Shut up and promise me, You'll be there and you Won't know you won't.
I'm sick and tired of All the bullshit. Feed me and I Won't believe it.
Pick up your toys, go home. I'm done playing. I have more fun on my own. I'm just saying. Maybe I'm thinking too much. Or more likely, boys just suck.
So it doesn't show. At first your a perfect gentleman To me for two weeks. I don't wanna think the words Can lose myself. You're different and no one, such luck.
You have to tread me Like a queen. But there's gotta be something In between.
Pick up your toys, go home. I'm done playing. I have more fun on my own. I'm just saying. Maybe I'm thinking too much. Or more likely, boys just suck.
Compositores: Clifford Frank Goldmacher (BMI), Kesha Rose Sebert (SESAC), Rosemary Patricia Sebert (Pebe Sebert) (BMI)Editores: Famous In France Music (BMI), Grow Your Own Music (BMI), Yebe Sebert MusicECAD verificado obra #14341358 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM