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To the left, to the left To the left, to the left To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left Everything you own in a box to the left In the closet, that’s my stuff If I bought it, please don’t touch
Keep talkin’ that mess, that’s fine But could you walk and talk at the same time? And it’s my name that’s on that Jag Go move your bags, let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard Telling me how I’m such a fool Talkin’ 'bout how I’ll never ever find a boy like you You got me twisted
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I could have another you in a minute Matter of fact, he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I can have another you by tomorrow So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
So go ahead and get gone And call up that girl and see if she’s home Oops, I bet you thought that I didn’t know What did you think I was putting you out for?
Because you was untrue Rollin' her round in the car that I bought you Baby, drop them keys Hurry up before your taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard Telling me how I’m such a fool Talkin’ 'bout how I’ll never ever find a boy like you You got me twisted
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I could have another you in a minute Matter of fact, he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I can have another you by tomorrow So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
So since I’m not your everything How about I’ll be nothing, nothing at all to you Baby, I won’t shed a tear for you, I won’t lose a wink of sleep ‘Cause the truth of the matter is, replacing you is so easy
To the left, to the left To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left Everything you own in the box to the left To the left, to the left Don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I could have another you in a minute Matter of fact, he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I can have another you by tomorrow So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I could have another you in a minute Matter of fact, he’ll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know ‘bout me You must not know ‘bout me I can have another you by tomorrow So don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable
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