I should've never let you enter my door
It's like I checked into rehab and baby, you're my disease
'Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there It's like you were my favorite drug
You gotta go, I gotta ween myself off of you
I am mad about the boy I know it's stupid to be mad about the boy
I don't know what you do but you do it well I’m under your spell
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