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Last night when we were on the phone Everything was going great But then everything went down hill At a pretty fast rate Shit I say one thing about Korey And you wanna strangle me I swear to God that I'm so sick Of this fucking love triangle jeez Must I remind you of the fact That I dated her before you And that you asked me to approve Y'all's relationship for you It pisses me off How you think that you own her Don't you know that she can catch a rape charge If you decide to bone her Basically y'all's relationship Only consists of talking on the phone So why don'tyou mind your own business And just leave me the fuck alone By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
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