Why You Gotta Treat Me Like That?

Had you in your best years

Uppers mixed with red wine

Thinking you might disappear

Bought my jeans at half price

Say I wear them too much

At least they fit right

Hard to be quiet when you're jumping out the fire escape

Tried to be nice when you roll your eyes and slap my face

Why you gotta treat me like that?

I like when you treat me like that

Why you gotta treat me like that?

I like it when you treat me like that

Think I'm rather insecure

A forty gets me just right

Standing naked in the mirror

Say you hate your waistline

You like wearing my clothes

'Cause they fit right

Hard to be quiet when we're splitting up and splitting rent

Tried to be nice when you said some things I can't forget

At least you said it with your chest

Why you gotta treat me like that?

I like when you treat me like that

Why you gotta treat me like that?

I like it when you treat me like that