| If I could kick his head in, fickle little boyfriend, I’d be satisfied
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| If I could smack some sense into his senses, I might feel alright
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| 'Cause I spent the weekend, waiting all alone
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| For that rat to come back home
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| When all the while, he was with somebody new
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| And now that I know, his hours are few
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| 'Cause I just can’t forgive and forget
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| When I’m through with him
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| He will be wishing he was dead
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| 'Cause I know what he’s been up to
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| And I know that he’s been untrue
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| When I am through with he
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| He will be wishing he was dead
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| If I could snap that neck, that broken record trainwreck
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| I might feel okay
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| If he could speak the truth or just say sorry,
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| that would be the day
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| But he made me crazy, thinking I was wrong
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| That he wasn’t cheatin' all along
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| When I gave him everything that I could give
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| Now he’s gonna wish he’d never lived
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| 'Cause I just can’t forgive and forget
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| When I’m through with him
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| He will be wishing he was dead
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| 'Cause I know what he’s been up to
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| And I know that he’s been untrue
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| When I am through with he
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| He will be wishing he was dead
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| And what can I do
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| And what can I say
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| To make it untrue
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| To take this pain away
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| 'Cause I just can’t forgive and forget
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| When I’m through with him
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| He will be wishing he was dead
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| 'Cause I know what he’s been up to
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| And I know that he’s been untrue
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| When I am through with he
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| He will be wishing he was dead |