No title, I still have to make corrections.

by Christina Parks   May 28, 2004


If you want to be a playa,
You better learn to play the game,
You mess around on me, boy.
So I did the same.

You see i know all the tricks,
You thought you were cool
I was out with someone else,
While you are sitting there like a fool.

You probally don't believe me,
trying to convince youself it ain't true,
Well guess what baby it is,
For the past year I have cheated on you.

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