There's a special kind of person, sometimes she's not all she seems, you only see what she wants you to see, and before you really know, it always seems to go...
Chorus: Back Back Forth and forth, back back and forth and forth, back back forth and forth, back back and forth,
Tick stamps dip and dap, forever trying to find your way, If it ever plummits for all the love we spent. You must of thought it was a thought of misfit. You can't do it. Like that...
It'll make ya blow ya cap..
Sacrafice anything in money love has no quarantees it'll always merely be..
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