You be sneakin behind my back, boy How you gonna go off and do that? I gave you my good lovin And you gave me nothin back But a ****in telephone number In the back pocket of your jeans. How could you do this to me? I thought I meant somethin to you. I thought our love was true. How ya gonna play me? Tell me, is it really like that? Why ya gotta go and see that ho and **** her behind my back? Boy, what makes you think you need to do that? How you gonna lie to my face? I always gave you my respect. You feel you need to sneak out, So tell me, whats next? Should we invite her for dinner? Maybe we could all be real good friends. hah...in your wildest dreams. I never wanna ****in see you again. I thought you were true. How could I have loved you? How ya gonna play me? Tell me, is it really like that? Why ya gotta go and see that ho and **** her behind my back? Boy, what makes you think you need to do that? Ill tell ya what, Ill leave rite now Another second of your excuses I cant endure. And boy dont you cry to me when she ****s you over like you did to her. How ya gonna play me? Tell me, is it really like that? Why ya gotta go and see that ho and **** her behind my back? Boy, what makes you think you need to do that?Birth sign: Sagittarius
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