If she cries, I did something wrong,
It’s just like in that stupid song
Just comfort her with a little more lying
If I’m lucky she might stop crying
Please, I like you and you’re beautiful
Damn, I really have no soul
She gets to me, my lies are weak
Another tear comes down her cheek
Quick Bryan, you gotta do something
Maybe I should buy her a diamond ring
That might shut her mouth for a week or so
In the mean time I’ll find a different ho
I’ll look at her and shut my mouth
Just make sure she won’t find out
Hide those text’s, make sure she doesn’t see
Otherwise you and her are history