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I'm always so confused
The way you treat me
Don't know what to say or do
Wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't understand anyways
It's all about you, every time of the day
Night until morning
Twenty-four seven (twenty-four seven)
You're a criminal, in disguise
I hate those filthy, dirty green eyes
It's like you're the devil, in disguise
Why don't you leave it alone
You make me feel like an extra
I'm not gonna be your next ha
You wanna draw on me with a texta
But I'm not gonna be your next ha
I'm always so confused
The way you treat me
Don't know what to say or do
Wouldn't believe me
You're a criminal, in disguise
I hate those filthy, dirty green eyes
It's like you're the devil, in disguise
Why don't you leave it alone
You make me feel like an extra
I'm not gonna be your next ha
You wanna draw on me with a texta
But I'm not gonna be your extra
Honestly, I find it funny
How you seem to think, that you own me
I'm not gonna let you keep wasting my ...
You make me feel like an extra
I'm not gonna be your next ha
You wanna draw on me with a texta
But I'm not gonna be your next
You make me feel like an extra
I'm not gonna be your next ha
You wanna draw on me with a texta
But I'm not gonna be your next
No I'm not gonna be your extra



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