If I could kick his head in, fickle little boyfriend, I'd be satisfied
If I could তীক্ষ্নভাবে some sense into his senses, I might feel alright
'Cause I spent the weekend, waiting all alone
For that ইঁদুর to come back home
When all the while, he was with somebody new
And now that I know, his hours are few
'Cause I just can't forgive and forget
When I'm through with him
He will be wishing he was dead
'Cause I know what he's been up to
And I know that he's been untrue
When I am through with he
He will be wishing he was dead
If I could snap that neck, that broken record trainwreck
I might feel okay
If he could speak...
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