Everything was going fine I thought that you were mine And then I read your e-mail I read between the lines
Feeling paranoid I heard you'd got another boy Are you pulling me down Cuz the facts dont compound
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Tinted windows on your van Now you got that spray-on tan What will I find when I go through your purse Steve and Charlie's numbers or something worse?
Got me hidin' under my bed I got aluminum foil around my head I read it on a blog I found, Said I'm going down
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I don't wanna go down... for no good reason Baby don't you pull me down... for no good reason, no
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