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Simpson Ashlee Bittersweet World

Woah, woah (That side of your bed is still mine) Woah, woah, woah (That side of your bed is still mine) Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last

I'm calling There's no answer You won't answer the phone Your cell keeps going to voicemail While I wait here in the cold Some call it stalking, but not

Hey, hey I've been thrown 'round once or twice Beneath it all, was born to fight I hear your voice in my head and it's killing me I've never been a fan

Um, excuse me, but uh is, is this thing on? I've got a boyfriend, he likes to fight a lot We got a lot of common and he thinks I *** rock We like to

Listen, I walk into your joint with a hoodie on Don't need a short skirt to get it on, it goes ahh Here she comes Sunday school girl wanting some Uh,

a bittersweet world Why can't we all just get along In this Bittersweet world Everybody reapin what they sow in this Bittersweet world With closets jull of skeletons I'm a bittersweet

Some say I make the guys, hypnotized When I bat my eyes and walk by They say im such a tease But thats just me, take it or leave it baby Don't mean

Listen ! I walk into your joint With a hoddie on Don't need a short skirt To get it on It goes on Here she comes Sunday school girl walked us on Uh,

(feat. Travis McCoy) One single dose of your medicine You tell me to leave but I come back again I don't see what all the fuss is about cuz I'm okay