Parkers
The song playing is What's Up by 4 Non Blonds.
You set me up
to knock me down.
I should have seen it coming.
I know your type:
scrubs, jerks, Parkers, the like.
You've seen one, you've seen them all.
First you lure girls in
with that smooth talking
and complimentary words.
You know, you really are a snake.
Then you promise the girls love:
the moon, the sun, the stars above.
You promise them forever
just to get them into bed.
Now that they are in your web,
you start moving back.
Less calls, less letters, less time.
You say you're too busy.
Work. Play. Cheating.
You lie but leave the evidence in clear sight!
So you think you are so smart.
You're the one that breaks girls' hearts.
But I got news for you.
My heart is immune...
to your type of charm.
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