
Last Boyfriend Kesha
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[Verse 1]
It's all written in the bottom of my backseat
Buried underneath the empty bottles, dirty laundry
Guilty sorry's, save it, it's too late (Too-too-too late)
Yeah, I remember how I felt so sick in love
You were the one, the only one that I was drinkin' of
Shoulda checked your head and lost your phone
Before you blew it, yeah, you blew it
[Chorus]
Throwin' it all, throwin' it all-all away
The last boyfriend
Tryin' to paint your pretty little words over your mistakes
The last boyfriend
The first in line for killin' my time, oh
I'll make you high, but you leave me dry
So I'm throwing it all, throwing it all-all away
The last ex-boyfriend
[Verse 2]
You're like thirty, get a hold of your emotions
I'm not sorry for you, boy, but you're my devotion
Wipe that honest look off of your face
(You're red handed-red handed)
Jesus, it took two years for ya to see
That I'm the only one that gets you talking in your sleep
Trash my trust and now I gotta leave
You stranded
It's all written in the bottom of my backseat
Buried underneath the empty bottles, dirty laundry
Guilty sorry's, save it, it's too late (Too-too-too late)
Yeah, I remember how I felt so sick in love
You were the one, the only one that I was drinkin' of
Shoulda checked your head and lost your phone
Before you blew it, yeah, you blew it
[Chorus]
Throwin' it all, throwin' it all-all away
The last boyfriend
Tryin' to paint your pretty little words over your mistakes
The last boyfriend
The first in line for killin' my time, oh
I'll make you high, but you leave me dry
So I'm throwing it all, throwing it all-all away
The last ex-boyfriend
[Verse 2]
You're like thirty, get a hold of your emotions
I'm not sorry for you, boy, but you're my devotion
Wipe that honest look off of your face
(You're red handed-red handed)
Jesus, it took two years for ya to see
That I'm the only one that gets you talking in your sleep
Trash my trust and now I gotta leave
You stranded
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