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I seen my old lady's boyfriend He don't look nothing like me 'cept for a bit of confusion Same kind she laid on me You don't know what you're getting into She's gonna tear you apart You're going places I've been to Take a look at my heart Take a look at my heart You're pro'bly sending her flowers And talking to her on the phone You're gonna get it together And find yourself all alone Do you think you can be her lover And not become her fool Do you think that you are the exception to the rule You're gonna hate all her girlfriends And everything that they say You ask me how do I know this They come around every day. From Letras Mania