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I don't need to fuck your titties Just 'cause you sucked me dry And I won't miss the way you moaned and growned We hardly even ever boned And If I don't listen to the talk of the town Then maybe I can fool myself I'll get over you I know I will I'll pretend my dicks not drooping And I'll tell myself I'm over you Because I am the king of fucking bitches Because I am the king of fucking bitches I refuse to give into my blues That's not how its gonna be And I deny the tears in my eyes I don't wanna let you see, no That you had made a hole in my heart And now I've got to fool myself I'll get over you I know I will I'll pretend my ships not sinking And I'll tell myself I'm over you Because I am the king of wishful thinking I'll get over you I know I will I'll pretend my ships not sinking And I'll tell myself I'm over you Because I'm the king of wishful thinking If I don't listen to the talk of the town Then maybe I can fool myself I'll get over you I know I will I'll pretend my ships not sinking And I'll tell myself I'm over you Because I'm the king of wishful thinking I am the king of wishful thinking I'll get over you I know I will You made a whole in my heart But I won't shed a tear for you I'll be the king of wishful thinking (I'll be the king of wishful) I'll get over you I know I will I'll pretend my hearts still beating 'Cause I've got no more tears for you I am the king of wishful thinking (king of wishful thinking) no |