Then you had the nerve to say your hurt, and fix your mouth to blame the Cuervo.
Then in me confide ,you're compromising,
I'm just like; You know what you chose.
I don't wanna say it again, but here it goes, Fuck it! We're just friends,
now where's my clothes?
-Pharell
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