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MissBehave

 


So, you think you can make me behave,
Just 'cause it's your turn to save face—
But you can't even respect me, and somehow,
I'm the one who’s supposed to crave?

You think you hold the upper hand,
‘Cause momma told you, "You're the man"?
Please. I was never drawn to your charm;
I only felt sorry for you—no support, no plan.

See, you didn’t find me attractive when I acted the way you did,
And now you think you pulled one on me? How silly you hid.
Boy, you were the one who had no depth,
Just followed whatever was on trend.
Don’t judge you for that, but don’t act like you had any upper hand…

Do you think I’m the one who got away?
I can make anyone feel special when I like,
And take away when you cross my line.

I had to act so I don’t upstage you,
So I don’t let your personality cage you.
Way too good for your bratty behind,
A zero-personality guy.
Even your tastes were mine to lend—
You think I loved you? Ha, think again.

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