Artist: Fight Paris
Song: Deville

It must really, really piss you off
To see the way that I walk and I talk
And how your girl's eyes stray from you when I stroll through the room
And I know it really makes you sad
You know that girl with you man, I already had
And that trick that she does with her tongue, oh yeah, I taught her that one

I mean Goddamn
It must really, really drive you crazy
To hear your girl callin' me baby
But don't you worry I don't feel the same
And to tell you the truth, man, I don't even know her name
And I know it's really hard to swallow
When it comes to me, your girl's known to follow
And I really hate to speak so bluntly, but man, your girl she just chose me

Oh, oh, oh, I hate to be the one that let's you know
That your girl's everywhere I go and front row at every show
Oh, oh, oh, and I hate to say that I told you so
But I am, I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
Oh, oh, oh, I hate to be the one that let's you know
As soon I walked out the door, I heard your girl she was screamin' for more
Oh, oh, oh and I hate to say that I told you so
'Cause I am, I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for
I am the fuckin' one your girl's been waiting for

Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind
Get ready bitches, we're about to blow your fuckin' mind

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