Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
I ain’t heard from you in three long days
You won’t hear from me for five
Oh, you gave your number to an L.A. blonde?
Well, I gave your quarterback mine
And you don’t like my short black dress
Well, it’s going out tonight
And if it hits a floor, it won’t be yours this time
Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, ’round, ’round
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you, now, who’s the fool?
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?
Hey, don’t blame me when you can’t sleep
Busy pacing back and forth (Pacing back and forth)
I’m just doing once what you’ve done to me
A thousand times before (A thousand times beforе)
You’re re-reading my tеxts, acting obsessed
Feeling just a little bit crazy (C-c-c-crazy)
Now who’s batshit-certifiable, baby? (It ain’t me)
Is it bitter going down, down, down?
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, ’round, ’round (‘Round, ’round, ’round)
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you, now, who’s the fool? (Who’s the fool?)
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of own medicine?
(Tell me, do you like it, baby?)
So take a shot, just throw it back
Don’t worry, babe, I’m gonna call you back
In a hundred and twenty hours
I’ll bring you real nice flowers
You should try crying in the shower, it’s really great
It’s so bitter going down, down, down (Down, down, down)
You don’t like it too much, do you?
Coming back around, ’round, ’round (‘Round, ’round, ’round)
Ain’t as fun when it’s happening to you
Oh, poor, poor you, now, who’s the fool? (Poor, poor you)
Say I’m messing with your head again
Well, how you like the taste of your own medicine?
It ain’t no lie, my phone just died
Ain’t that what you said again?
Here’s a big ol’ heaping spoon of your own medicine
Baby, how you like the taste of your own medicine?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
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