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(Rap)
Uh, the drop-top specialist
Yes, we turn heads like an exorcist
These red bottoms on our feet, looking devilish
We take it to the next level, so effortless
Am
I'm tired of you kicking the dirt
G D
Just want the dust to settle
Am
I'll find just what I deserve
G D
If you can't do better
Am
Can't say that you took your time
G D
Before the sweet turned sour
Am
You changed right before my eyes
G D
You picked the wrong flower
Am
Don't know what you think I'm after
G D
Don't think I can take anymore
Am
Don't know what you think I'm after
G D
What do you take me for, what do you take me for?
Am
Done, I'm like whatever
G D
Gone right through the front door
Am
Bye, won't see you later
G D
What do you take me for, what do you take me for?
Boy, now that the tables have turned
Don't let me see you begging
It's a hard, hard lesson to learn
When it's me you're not getting
So low, and you're all alone
And now you've got no power
Let go, 'cause I'm cutting the rope
You climbed the wrong tower
CHORUS
(Rap)
Save your tears in a bucket
Yeah, the way you handle this, yeugh, I'm disgusted
Never been busted, treat me like a suspect
Why am I the one that just can't be trusted?
Try harder, discuss it
Why bother, I made you, I'll make another, and she'll go farther
And you can bet a million on it
South of France, on a yacht, with us chillin' on it
Da da da da do, oh oh oh oh
CHORUS
Written by Pixie Lott/Christopher Mercer/Anne Preven/Terrence Thornton