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Verse 1 : Saw you, creepin throo the door.   Right around four.   Can’t believe you did this.   You, I ain’t gonna miss. (No)

 

Chorus : Let me go out (all night) Make ya pout.   Make ya hurt inside.   From what I got to hide.

 

Verse 2 : Yo, uh!   Can’t believe you!   I’m so blue!   Come on and hold me tight!   All through the niiiiiiiiight!

 

Chorus : Let me go out.   Make ya pout (po baby!)   Make ya hurt inside (ooo, ow!) From what I got to hide.

 

Break : Let me, let me, let me.   I hope ya know whatcha gotchaself intoooo!   Cuz I won’t feel sorry!   No-oh!   And I won’t cuddle youuuuuuuu! (No-no!)

 

Chorus : Let me go out (and cheat) Make ya pout (like a hurt child) Make ya cringe inside.   From what, what I got to hide (Oh yea, yea, yea)

 

Close : Can’t believe you.   I put my trust in you.   And this is the thanks I get?   Uh, uh!   Go on!   Get outta here!   Getcha clothes, keys, and car!   I’m sicka you!   Get outta my face!


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