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I said, "Girl, what's your name?" I heard about you and all your little pretty games. I said, "Girl, you can call me tomorrow." If you're gonna mess with me, then you're gonna have a heart full of sorrow. Too bad. You're sad. And I'm glad. Too bad. You're sad. I said, "Girl, I kinda like your stuff." The funny thing is that I never seem to get enough. I said, "Girl, you better ask your mama." I'm plowing through your fields like I was a country farmer. Too bad. You're sad. And I'm glad. Too bad. You're sad. I said, "Girl, what's your name?" I heard about you and all your little pretty games. I said, "Girl, you can call me tomorrow." If you're gonna mess with me, then you're gonna have a heart full of sorrow. Too bad. You're sad. And I'm glad. Too bad. You're sad.
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