| I left a note on the mirror, took the keys to the brand new car
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| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong
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| It couldn’t be any clearer, it already went too far
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| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong
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| Don’t need your sympathy, I know you’re not over me, over me
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| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| I’d kill to see, when your eyes get a hold of me, hold of me
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| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| You whispered words in the darkness, turned everything upside down
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| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong
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| You lied all about, I figured it out, and then you went and left it on your
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| phone
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| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong
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| Don’t need your sympathy, I know you’re not over me, over me
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| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| I’d kill to see, when your eyes get a hold of me, hold of me
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| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| I left a note on the mirror, took the keys to the brand new car
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| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong
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| You whispered words in the darkness, turned everything upside down
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| So don’t get mad at me, 'cause you know you treat me wrong
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| Don’t need your sympathy, I know you’re not over me, over me
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| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| I’d kill to see, when your eyes get a hold of me, hold of me
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| And with a little sugar on the side I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine |