It's Real Simple
Kiss him, diss him
Screw him, ditch him
It's not like I'll ever miss him.
Get him all worked up
And tell him were through.
Who said girls can't be players too?
Ha, whoever said that can be hit with a shoe
"Boys are the biggest players"
Not so true
You see, here is the thing
You girls never speak up until someone tells you you'll get $100 if you sing
Look at that ring
Tell me what feeling it brings
Now look at me
What do you see?
A girl who will do whatever to live her dream
Don't get on your knees for no creep
Don't worry about him at night, just go to sleep
You know why?
Well let me hip you to why.
When you stress you get pimples.
When you get tired you get bags on your eyes and wrinkles.
But why not smile and get dimples?
It's real simple.
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