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K'Lee
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MJ Ruys
Performer
Justyn Pilbrow
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MJ Ruys
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MJ Ruys
Producer
Simon Holloway
Additional Producer
Justyn Pilbrow
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Letra
You must be crazy if you think I'm gonna be
Stickin' around while you're messin' with somebody
Your shit's at the door, boy, it's time you made like a tree
Playtime is over and your ass is history
While you're studying physical attraction
I been workin' on your subtraction
(One to the two, the three, the four)
(You better not come 'round here no more)
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much
So do the math while I'm leavin' you
'Cause one plus one plus one, it ain't two
You must be crazy, boy, who do you think you are?
Treatin' our love like some twisted ménage à trois
I've done my homework and this time you've gone too far
These ain't my panties and that ain't my skanky bra
While you're getting your sex education
I'll be smashing your new Playstation
(One to the two, the three, the four)
(You better not come 'round here no more)
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much
So do the math while I'm leavin' you
'Cause one plus one plus one, it ain't two
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much
So do the math while I'm leavin' you
'Cause one plus one plus one, it ain't two
One, two
Crazy, boy, crazy, boy
Yeah, yeah
It's over, it's over
(Clean, clean, clean out your locker)
(Clean, clean, clean out your locker)
You can't do the dirty and expect me to stay
I got pride in myself and I won't be played
So get gone, get gone, go on
Pack your bags and get the hell on
You can't do the dirty and expect me to stay
I got pride in myself and I won't be played
So get gone, get gone, go on
Pack your bags and get the hell on
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much
So do the math while I'm leavin' you
'Cause one plus one plus one, it ain't two
I don't want your car, or your crib, or your bank account
You can keep your friends, and your endz, 'cause I'm gettin' out
I don't want your phone, or ya bone, you can keep that stuff
I've had enough of your love, boy, I'm playin' rough
(Clean, clean, clean out your locker)
I've learnt my lessons in the school of love
If you only cheat once, boy, that's once too much
So do the math while I'm leavin' you
'Cause one plus one plus one, it ain't two
Written by: MJ Ruys