Lyrics

How could you love us both to death I'm a slave to the graveyard You were at work playing hard to get (Work Hard, Play Hard) She gave you the shirt right off her back How did you think I'd react Your clothes on the floor, I know you're a whore You were caught in the act You're a trip, you're a trip, triple threat Three words, two hearts, one love The last puzzle piece the the set And it fits like a glove Baby you're a trip, you're a trip, tripping over the two left feet You danced out on when when you left me Walking out the door Should I even ask? Asking questions only makes things worse The answer is that he's filling up your purse The clock stood still While you were touching hands I did a little background check on your man It's more than a few nights He'll be at your place It turns out his bank accounts As blank as your face This wallet is as shallow as your heart We knew you were two timing us We kept playing the part We never loved you You're a trip, you're a trip, triple threat Four words, three loves, two hearts How does it feel being in debt Cause you left him a check & he paid me respect Baby you're a trip, you're a trip, tripping over the two left feet You danced out on when when you left me Walking out the door Should I even ask? Asking questions only makes things worse The answer is that he's filling up your purse I was so afraid of dying alone But being with you is a burial on its own I was so afraid of dying alone But being with you would be a burial Own its own Baby you're a trip, you're a trip, tripping over the two left feet You danced out on when when you left me Walking out the door Baby you're a trip, you're a trip, tripping over the two left feet You danced out on when when you left me Walking out the door Should I even ask? Asking questions only makes things worse The answer is that he's filling up your purse
Writer(s): Chris Maldonado Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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