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You're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate you

So I wrote this one for me (whoa)
Tryin' to make sense of my life (whoa)
Did you know that you're so pretty? (Whoa)
But you're so ugly when you lie

Hey yeah, yeah
You crossed the line
And then you twisted the knife deep inside
Hey yeah, yeah
All my ignorance turned to confidence

Now you're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate you

You're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate you

Actin' tough till the lies start to add up
Yeah you'll fight 'cause you know you like it rough
Then you make it better with something sweet
Then you turn up the heat
Baby, pour some sugar on me

Hey yeah, yeah
You crossed the line
And then you twisted the knife deep inside
Hey yeah, yeah
Don't wanna talk about it, nah, forget it

You're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate you

You're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate you

You've got your looks, your pretty face
And your body language (oh)
Dancing under the rain now
And you broke my sunshine
Yeah, you broke my sunshine

You're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red

(God, I hate you)

Now you're done 'cause you really didn't think it through
And I'm dumb 'cause I thought that you would tell the truth
Love songs mean nothing 'cause of girls like you
Roses are red, violets are blue, I hate you

(Ahh ahh Ah ahh-whoa)