If you believe leaving me with him
Will solve your problems, think again
I drink like a guppy but he’s a shark
He smelled your blood and he went all in
He saw your brand name clothes and
That flashy sports car you drive
You poor cash, poor preppy girl
Sweetie, he’s gonna eat you up alive
He doesn’t know you don’t have the coin
He doesn’t know the club he can’t join
He doesn’t know I’m the bread maker
I know he’s a con artist and a taker
What the hell did you tell him anyway
I wish I could sit down with him and say
You’ll leave him like you are leaving me
Don’t men ever learn from telling historys
He doesn’t know you don’t have the coin
He doesn’t know the club, he can’t join
He doesn’t know I’m the real bread maker
And you’re a con artist, a ruthless taker
Good luck sweetheart I wish you the best
I’m sorry I failed your sneaky little test
I’m not sorry for spending money on you
How could I know there’s little I could do
He doesn’t know you don’t own anything
Or that’s really a cubic zirconia ring
He doesn’t I’m the real bread maker
And you’re a cheat, a liar and a faker
But I’d do it all over again
I’d be with you again
Yeah, I’d do it all over again
Just come stay with me again
Just come be with me again
Just come be with me again
Come be with me again
Come be with me again
February 4, 2022