she wrote dear john I love you but all good things must end
I’ve gone to live in Manchester with your best friend
I must have been so nieve I must have been a fool
she must have been two timing me and I never knew
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I gave her everything that I ever had
What’s he got that I ain’t got its driving me mad
Thrown to the slaughter house for somebody new
I’m gonna break that bitches neck that’s what I’m gonna do
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Now I’m sitting in an empty room with no one as a friend
Just thinking what she’s doing with him I’m going round the bend
Now all that I think of is getting my revenge
I wonder if they think of me when they’re in bed
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