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BRIE LARSON >> Merchandise Links
BRIE LARSON
I guess you got it figured out You got it sorted in little rows You got the girls on one side, The guys on the other It's all out of control How could you feel so threatened By someone you like to ignore We all know you see me And please believe me When you see the score Look a little closer (look a little closer) [Chorus] I don't care what you say (I don't care) They're gonna call me anyway (anyway) And I don't care how you feel (I don't care) They like me 'cause I'm real ('cause I'm real) And I don't care what you do (I don't care) I'm gonna see whoever I choose (who I choose) And I don't care if you keep score (I don't care) 'cause no matter how you add it, The boy's not yours I don't care if you keep score 'cause no matter how you add it, The boy's not yours (I don't care) You're always pushin' and shovin' Your assets in their face But it's gonna take more than a gold-cut girl For you to take my place Life is not a competition If it is, you've lost the race 'Cause the melody's all that matters, Not the piercing on your face When are you ever gonna learn That the boy's not yours [Chorus] I think it's pretty funny How I thought we could be friends But you proved to me your unloyalty And here is where it ends Your sudden isolation Doesn't take me by surprise Because close the door Now I'm so sure you'll believe in your own lies When are you ever gonna learn That the boy's not yours [Chorus x2] It might be mine
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