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Rang her up and her father said, "She's gone.
You're too late, boy, she's already been taken."
Rang again, what her father said was wrong.
"It's not true, boy, daddy was mistaken."
What am I to do about it
What am I to do about this thing
There's no way I can feel about it
'Cause I don't even know how much I love her
I consider you expendable
You might as well pack your bags and go
I don't need you, my whole world
revolves around me.
Inflate my ego.
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