Don't Let It Happen Again
Don't let it happen again
I've been up waiting since half past late I must've had 15 cans
My patience wearing thin down to my fingers sweat beading up on my hands
Reaching for my mobile I'm punching in the number my ears hears the car door slam
Where the slut you been I'm needing some sedating and what about all of our plans
I said don't you be playing I know your straying again
Just cause you play with me I'm not your second place man
Don't let it happen again
Cruising through the bar it's hard to believe it I swear that I see her again
Leaning with her tits out hands on their arses she starting to flirt with my friends
Pushing through the ball pen I'm jilted faking smiling my tempers turning around the bend
I start accusing a fight I'm never losing been training since I was 10
Don't you be pushing me I'm not the one to get scared
You know that's the way with me Watch for the line in the sand
Don't let it happen again
Midnights a striking pissed off with the fighting I'm thinking of calling a cab
Girl in a mini made up looking skinny I give her the gift of the gab
Peering through the window I see the fuck in limbo I smile and I give her away
They say that looks can kill my body starts to thrill coz I don't want to see you again
Don't try and follow me not going to bother me
Yeah you're not the one for me when are you gonna see it
Don't try and bother me not gonna follow me
Yeah you're not the one for me when are you gonna see it
You let it happen again
I've been up waiting since half past late I must've had 15 cans
My patience wearing thin down to my fingers sweat beading up on my hands
Reaching for my mobile I'm punching in the number my ears hears the car door slam
Where the slut you been I'm needing some sedating and what about all of our plans
I said don't you be playing I know your straying again
Just cause you play with me I'm not your second place man
Don't let it happen again
Cruising through the bar it's hard to believe it I swear that I see her again
Leaning with her tits out hands on their arses she starting to flirt with my friends
Pushing through the ball pen I'm jilted faking smiling my tempers turning around the bend
I start accusing a fight I'm never losing been training since I was 10
Don't you be pushing me I'm not the one to get scared
You know that's the way with me Watch for the line in the sand
Don't let it happen again
Midnights a striking pissed off with the fighting I'm thinking of calling a cab
Girl in a mini made up looking skinny I give her the gift of the gab
Peering through the window I see the fuck in limbo I smile and I give her away
They say that looks can kill my body starts to thrill coz I don't want to see you again
Don't try and follow me not going to bother me
Yeah you're not the one for me when are you gonna see it
Don't try and bother me not gonna follow me
Yeah you're not the one for me when are you gonna see it
You let it happen again
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Writer(s): Patrick Smith
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