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I know you're gonna miss this

I've had enough

I never thought you'd be with him

You're dressing up

You're dressing up

The same way that you always did

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Now you want dick

Not one to talk shit

But I know you're gonna miss this

You're getting mid head

How's it feel to play pretend?

When you're lying in his bed

I know you're gonna miss this, uh-huh

I know you're gonna miss this, uh-huh

I know you're gonna—

I know your type

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I hope he's shit on stage

And all his songs sound the same

'Cause I know you know

I know you know

He could never compare to me

When he leaves you alone

When he leaves you all alone

Don't try crawling back to me

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Now you want dick

Not one to talk shit

But I know you're gonna miss this

You're getting mid head

How's it feel to play pretend?

When you're lying in his bed

I know gonna miss this

Pink cheetah print slip

Now you want dick

Not one to talk shit

But I know you're gonna miss this

You're getting mid head

How's it feel to play pretend?

When you're lying in his bed

I know you're gonna miss this, uh-huh

I know you're gonna miss this, uh-huh

I know you're gonna miss this