She struts up to me
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her
She asks me the time, quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will Sleep alone
Cause it's better than you, Yeah, it's better than you.
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more, than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool.
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