so, i’m sitting here feeling all sick and yucky and i decide to go on your facebook page. for what reason, you ask? oh, i have no idea.
first thing i see: you flirting with like the fourth coworker of this month. WHAT IS GOING ON, MISTER?!?! i know you think you can pull it off. but from day one, i’ve seen you look at all those other girls with the same secretive smile on your face you use on me. you may think you’re just sliding under the radar-and you very well might be going under theirs. but not mine.
the first time we kissed, i thought you could be special-we could be special. but even in the car ride home i knew you were talking to other girls. i mean, come on man. have some class.
at least i know what you’re up to. those other four (or maybe even more) i’ve seen you knowingly look at? maybe not so much. i hear one of them constantly tlaking about you, one saying how you dated but not really, and one saying how much she misses you. they all really like you.
and that sucks. you’re gonna be the guy who breaks their hearts.
you think you’re slick, huh? well, unless slick and player are synonymous, i don’t think so.