I saw you there
Caressing her hands
Not mine
It wasn't fortune telling
And it wasn't my mind
Oh, it braught out
Something deep within me
A kind of rage
A rage that took over me.
Chorus:
Oh Why
DO you have to be a liar?
Why do have to rub it in my face
That I'm not the one for you?
yeah I say this coming
but i didn't plan on her
I knew you were a rose
I didn't plan on your thorns
WEll she's so god damn prety
She's so god damn blonde
She's what you want
Chorus:
Oh Why
DO you have to be a liar?
Why do have to rub it in my face
That I'm not the one for you?
I saw you there
Caressing her hands
Not mine...
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