1 Thru 10,
One, two I thought I needed you,
Three, four you got up and walked out Sabrina's door,
Five, six no time for a remix,
Seven, eight really I thought we were fate,
Nine, ten it's not my fault if you go back into the pin,
(and gotta spend ten).
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