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Bitch, i'm here to tell you i lied when i seen that thick-ass it was over nothin else mattered, i ain't even care i pulled the rubber off when i stuck it up in there too bitch, i lied to you, this ain't my home kicked in the back door and now we're alone i stole the car that i picked you up in plus me and your girl have been fuckin bitch, i lied, everything i said to you all steps to land in your bed with you my watch is fake, this ain't my coat and i sent you letters that my brother wrote for me bitch, i lied, everytime i left town i really stayed right here at home dickin hoes down, every penny that you helped my mom with went straight to the asian spa, bitch (chorus) hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it look how you turned out to be you're no prize, no prize hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it look how you turned out to be Letras de cancionesyou're no prize, girl, no prize bitch, i lied, i didn't buy you that i stole you that, and then i stole it back it ain't no mr. right without a mr. wrong first, and you fucked up and met mr. worst i fucked a hooker and left skeet on your backseat and kept on and never missed a beat and bitch, i lied, my name ain't lance i lied my way in and outta your pants i never played football for michigan state i lied to your neden and it bit the bait i never won a medal for winnin a back stroke race but bitch, i lied to your face i'm the motherfucker that stole your momma's purse and watched you and your daddy blame it on her i lied everyday of our lives to your ear holes (you look really good when you wear those) (chorus) hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it look how you turned out to be you're no prize, no prize hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it look how you turned out to be you're no prize, girl, no prize bitch, i lied, about so much shit half the shit, i forget i tell you new lies to cover the old i throw hot new shit on top of the cold flip the script up and talk you blind backwards, re-enactment, rewind tangle the topic, have you blamin you for the fucked up shit i do i told you i owned a mcdonald's in thailand (and you bought that shit, damn) i told you that al pacino was my man (and you bought that shit, damn) i told you a whole lotta shit cuz i can (and you bought that shit, damn) you're no brize, bitch, no prize (chorus) hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it look how you turned out to be you're no prize, no prize hey look, i lied and i'm happy for it look how you turned out to be you're no prize, girl, no prize From Letras Mania