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Took me to your little crib Guess it must have been a big deal (a big deal) Got me starrin' in your wet dream Now it's time to get real (get real) I'm not looking for love, no not today But you call me up and have the nerve to say See you next Tuesday You call me a b*tch like it's a bad thing You call me a freak, like that means something Can't get your way so you're sulking I think we know the rest But get it off your chest I don't give a sh*t I love it when You call me a b*tch Like it's a bad thing You show up everywhere I go Get a grip, you're acting so weird (so weird) I don't need your jager-bombs I think I can take it from here (from here) You gotta learn to leave when the party ends And I don't really care what you tell your friends Tell me again You call me a b*tch like it's a bad thing You call me a freak, like that means something Can't get your way so you're angry I think we know the rest But get it off your chest I don't give a sh*t I love it when You call me a b*tch I think you hate me 'cause you want me You only want what you can't have I'm just being who I wanna be But you can't deal with that You call me a b*tch like it's a b b bad thing You call me a freak, like that means something Can't get your way so you're so pissed off I think we know the rest But get it off your chest I don't give a sh*t I love it when You call me a b*tch Like it's a bad thing |