Bad At Love

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Got a boy back home in Michigan 
And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him 
So I told him that I never really liked his friends 
Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again 
There's a guy that lives in a garden state 
And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate 
So I told him the music would be worth the wait 
But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate 

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe 
That we're meant to be 
But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy 
Get the best of me 
Look, I don't meant to frustrate, but I 
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I 
Always make the same mistakes 'cause  

I'm bad at love 
But you know you can't blame me for tryin' 
You know I be lyin' sayin' 
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me 
Lookin' at my history 
I'm bad at love 

Got a girl with California eyes 
And I thought that she could really be the one this time 
But I never got the chance to make her mine 
Because she fell in love with little thin white lines 
London girl with an attitude 
We never told no one but we looked so cute 
Both got way better things to do 
But I always think about it when I'm riding through 

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe 
That I'm in too deep 
And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy 
Get the best of me 
Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I 
Always make the same mistakes, yeah I 
Always make the same mistakes 'cause 

I'm bad at love 
But you can't blame me for tryin' 
You know I be lyin' sayin' 
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me 
Lookin' at my history 
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh) 
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)

I know that you're afraid 
I'm gonna walk away 
Each time the feeling fades 
Each time the feeling fades 
I know that you're afraid 
I'm gonna walk away 
Each time the feeling fades 

You know I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
But you can't blame me for tryin'
You know I be lyin' sayin' 
You were the one (ooh-ooh)
That could finally fix me 
Lookin' at my history 
I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)
I'm bad at love 
Oh, oh

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