In the past, when you told me you had find some other girl.
A pretty one, with many popular friends and nice, sexy clothes.
I used to be sad, I used to cry with silence tears on the inside of my soul.
But do you know what?
Now you've become some of the best of my friends instead.
It's just smiles, happiness, and bad jokes.
And when you tell me about all the other girls?
Do you know what? probably I Don't Give A Fuck.
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