Standin' in the front yard Telling me how I'm such a fool
Talking 'bout how I'll never ever find a man like you
Got me twisted
You must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me
I could have another you in a minute Matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute, baby
You must not know 'bout me You must not know 'bout me I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' you're irreplaceable
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