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I could write a book called: I can't stand you You ain't even worth the fucking time to A single day of us is too much to undo Oh, it's funny how you think I could forgive you All you do is hit my phone And tell me you're not coming home You're working late and got to go Bitch I've heard it all before So fuck up what we been, what we have, what we are For a little bit of fun, for a little bit of wrong You might make some mistakes, before you're gone And I'll leave your pretty face Girl, fuck it, I'm gone I'm gone I could write a book called: I can't stand you You ain't even worth the fucking time to A single day of us is too much to undo Oh, it's funny how you think I could forgive you I could write a book called: I can't stand you You ain't even worth the fucking time to A single day of us is too much to undo Oh, it's funny how you think I could forgive you Maybe one time tonight won't hurt a thing Girl my fucking mind's circling Round bottles of champagne Bubblin' away my pain, my pain I'll spend a couple grand at the club 'cause of you Tryna make up lost time, girl my mind's confused Late at night you'll want me for a few Oh, I'm done giving my time to you I could write a book called: I can't stand you You ain't even worth the fucking time to A single day of us is too much to undo Oh, it's funny how you think I could forgive you