Yes, I love when you call me pretty, And when you tell me my
hair's outta line, I mean, sure ill be sending mixed
signals.. But at least you and i both
know, We together are perfect enough to
tell me my flaws, +& We're great enough to
accept them.
It’s liars like you that I
wanna forget
And its people like you
I’m gonna regret
We gotta take the good with the
bad But what do we do&&where do we
run
When the bad out does the
good How loud do you
scream??