Baby, in the beginning it was you and me. But in the middle, you went and changed the script. Took a pencil and erased my happy ending, instead of loving you I feel so sick. I know you directed it, I'm sure I produced a bit. So why's that chick stealing my show? Baby tell me, who is she? I need to know her name and number. Tell me, who does she hang out with when you're not together? I ain't gonna do nothing crazy. I just need you to hear me, and tell me how many of your friends you told all about it. They said you would get last Friday night when I was calling. Did you lie to all of them? Or was I just a fool? You worked undercover, gave her ever single line I owned. It doesn't make me feel any better that you took her places we would go. I thought you were meant for me. My name should be on that screen..
I miss you!
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