Yeah, you broke my heart last week, When you said you had with him. I know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you love what you got, you go and give it away.
But, don't say that I don't you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all about type. the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are sad I feel bad. 'Cause, even after three text messages, four calls, You still slept with my friend.
Yeah, you got a lot of nerve, To say that was all my fault. I know you called, I got all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
Girl, you better what ya got, Before you go, and it away.
But, don't say I don't know you. 'Cause, oh, I know, all your type. You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and all night. And, oh, I know, you are feeling sad I don't bad. 'Cause, even after three messages, four missed calls, You still slept with my friend.
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again day. When I say, it's okay, to give a hell to pay. And, every single you make your way into my sheets The move to minutes, The turn, into weeks. And, I know, so cool, but I must be a fool. For taking you in, and letting you win of my heart. And every single you make your way into my sheets, The move to minutes, The turn into weeks.
Rain, rain, go away, come another day. When I say, it's okay, to give a hell, to pay. And, every single you make your way into my sheets The hours to minutes, The turn, into weeks. And I know, you're so cool, but I be a fool. For taking you in and letting you win of my heart. And, every single time you make way into my sheets, The move to minutes, The turn into weeks.
Oh, I know, all about type. You're the type of girl, texts all day, and talks all night. And, oh, I know, that you are sad, I don't feel bad 'Cause, after three text messages, four missed calls, You still slept with my friend.