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Driving down your avenue
You walked out yesterday afternoon
We were in love, it was all make-believe
Now I'm giving my heart to somebody else
Told my friends he was straight from hell
They already knew it was true
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Kept my cards close to my chest
I think it's time to make a mess
I'm tired of cleaning up after you
Red, blue, and all the true colors
Shining through like sun in the summer
It's my turn to have some fun with you
Fun with you
Selfish man, New York attitude
No idea what he did lose
He'll try forever just to forget
(I'm not easy to forget)
He shows up every time I move past
I knew he would always come back
He can't handle being out of control
(You're not in control)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Kept my cards close to my chest
I think it's time to make a mess
I'm tired of cleaning up after you
Red, blue, and all the true colors
Shining through like sun in the summer
It's my turn to have some fun with you
Fun with you
Don't you think it's all a bit dramatic?
Don't you wonder how you could forget me?
Sorry, I may seem anti-climactic
I'm not upset, I won't even sweat
Kept my cards close to my chest
I think it's time to make a mess
I'm tired of cleaning up after you
Red, blue, and all the true colors
Shining through like sun in the summer
It's my turn to have some fun with you
Fun with you