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Homewrecker Nothing but a selfish homewrecker Think that I can help it? Hoping you read the nasty things I sent to you And she can see the phone 'Cause I don't care And what I'll tell her is "I don't recall I’ve got a problem and I'm trying to stop So I'm sorry but it's not my fault, it's not my fault" And if she can buy that bullshit so can the Lord Blisters on my heels from Mary Jane's God is good but you are great Your mom steals from the PTA Your dad likes women half his age I thought I saw you clutch a cross In retrospect though, probably not You only do that in the halls Where everyone can see you Where еveryone can see you Baby, you lost me You wеre the one who put the lock between my legs, she Went in to kiss me but I told her I was taken Meanwhile your phone is full of someone else’s naked's Oh, how the tables turn Letras de cancionesAnd oh, how your love it burns I swear I'll mind my own business now Or I might do just what you did to somebody else Blisters on my heels from Mary Jane's God is good but you are great Your mom steals from the PTA Your dad likes women half his age I thought I saw you clutch a cross In retrospect though, probably not You only do that in the halls Where everyone can see you Where everyone can see you They see you I swear to never speak about your lyin' We both learned to sin in private Anything to sink into this couch And keep judgment quiet Blisters on my heels from Mary Jane's God is good but you are great Your mom steals from the PTA Your dad likes women half his age I thought I saw you clutch a cross In retrospect though, probably not You only do that in the halls Where everyone can see you Everyone can see you They see you He sees you He sees you Snapped a claw off at your place Ginger hair, I left a stain 'Cause I don't get mad, I get even You held a mirror to my face Snapped a claw off at your place Ginger hair, I left a stain 'Cause I don't get mad, I get even And I won't be too far away Homewrecker Nothing but a selfish homewrecker Think that I can help it? Hoping you read the nasty things I sent to you And she can see the phone From Letras Mania