You wouldn't go to see her
And least of all believe her
When she says that she wants you
Well you're just another puppet
She's not even keeping score
And the lazy way she cheats you leaves me cold
She'll laugh about you with her petty friends
That you don't know
And she spends her daddy's money
And she drives her daddy's car
And what's crazy is the way you think that's style
And all the while my heart is breaking
You're not even on her mind
I say this as your friend
You'll be the poor boy in the end
And she drives her daddy's car
And what's crazy is the way you think that's style
And all the while my heart is breaking
You're not even on her mind
I say this as your friend
You'll be the poor boy in the end

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