You've got your mother and your brother
Every other, undercover, telling you what to say
You think I'm stupid
But the truth is, that it's Cupid, baby
Loving you has made me this way
So before you point your finger
Get your hands off of my trigger, oh yeah
You need to know this situations getting old
And now the more you talk, the less I can take
I'
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