Whoa, whoa, whoa,
You must be happy always leaning on the boys that I like
Cause things are different now, you just can't sit back and laugh at the inner crowd
Anymore at all
Anymore at all
Now don't throw it in my face, telling stories about your escapades
Better take something for yourself
Cause things aren't that different now
I got it, but it's so wrong and you know where it is
I got it, but it's so wrong and you know where it is
And you, must be happy always hitting on the boys that I like
And you, must be happy always hitting on the boys that I like
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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