He took her away from me,Call me chicken for despising pigs like him.
That sun of a gun knew my position in her heart,
I didn’t mean to spill my drink on her dress.
He is a player and I have up the games,
She is the most valuable woman.
This one made me curl,
Never have I ever produced so many streams over a female.
I can have the company of a thousand beauties but, only she fits,
I don’t want the touch of temporary love.
Make up and breakups,
Parties and clubs.
Intoxicated fools around,
Maybe I don’t deserve her.
Maybe this is a consequence for playing the game of hearts,
Maybe I’m upset because the pig that stole her is the pig I use to be.
I know one thing I want my number one back.