"I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt, you don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies, bad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know why..."
If I was ya man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
Id be coming home (back to you)
Every night, doin you right
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