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To All The Boys I've Loved Before
You left me crying on the kitchen floor,
While you were about to jam the door,
Counted from one to four,
Didn't want to see my face anymore.
The front door was closed with a latch,
"Get outta here," I said "then I'll scratch
Your ugly face and burn you with a match".
Used to say you'll pick up the stars,
For me you're ready to have scars,
Who do you think you are, Mars?
You don't have a job so where did you get those cars?
With you I lived in sin,
Treated me like a trash in the bin,
Never made me a queen,
But a tramp I have been.
You thought you love me so,
I thought i love you too,
But when I bumped my head on the count of two,
When I woke up, Oh God, who the hell are you?