I'll tell you the story of a girl,

A pretty girl, THAT girl,

That wanted everyone to herself.


That girl, I said, I wanted to help

That girl, I felt, needed to be loved

That girl, I know, played me for a fool.


That girl, the lier

That girl, the shameless

That girl, the painless


That girl, the whore, the slut

That girl, the one anyone could touch

That girl, she dated everyone.


That girl, held hearts so briefly

That girl, held hearts so dearly

That girl, heatbreak strewn around.


That girl, is simple really

That girl, the torture device

That girl, the thorn in my side.


That girl, once I wished she was mine

That girl, showed me the error of want

That girl, burned my heart into dust.


That girl, the thief of romantic love

That girl, the face you fall for

That girl, the heartless and forlorn.


That girl, should no longer hold my heart

That girl, she does, I must admit

That girl, holds my heart in a vice.


That girl, her every move inflicts pain

That girl, what did I once see?

That girl, a poor, pitiful mess.


That girl, such a waste of time

That girl, plays the victim so well

That girl, the bane

Of my existence.

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