I asked you a question, I wanna know why
I wanna know why
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
I wanna know why
Yeah, I wanna know why
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
I heard that you heard
That I was writing songs about you
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That I was bad mouthin' your name
In some shitty bar somewhere
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You know how I love these biased, one-sided conversations
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So let's discuss the whos, the whys, the whens, the hows, the wheres
But who really cares?
If it was all in my mind
If it was all in my mind
To begin with

If it was all in my mind
If it was all in my mind
To begin with

I wanna know why
Yeah, I wanna know why
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
I wanna know why
Yeah, I wanna know why
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
And I remember her bent over
And knowing that it was the last time
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You know the end is near
If she only lets you fuck at night
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And when she finally came, even though she faked it
It was much appreciated
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At least she had the decency
To try to make a sound she thought I'd like
But it's alright
'Cause it was all in my mind
'Cause it was all in my mind
To begin with

'Cause it was all in my mind
'Cause was all in my mind
To begin with

I wanna know why
Yeah, I wanna know why
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
I wanna know why
Yeah, I wanna know why
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
Yeah, I heard your song
But I wasn't impressed
So you got your feelings hurt
Now you're feeling depressed
Just because we had sex and it didn't last
Now you want revenge, you want to put me on blast?
Don't make me laugh
Remember all those girls you played?
And all the lies you told back in the day to get laid?
An excuse for Suze, you got a story for Lori
And all those other girls you only called when you were horny
So yeah, it's nothing that you didn't do first
The only difference is, you probably did it worse
So look at the big bad soldier
Declaring holy war on every girl who didn't mean to fuck him over
But karma's a bitch for hypocrites who kiss and tell
And talk shit about girls who only wished him well
So if you wanna chat, then stick to the facts
And get at me
From Russia with love, Maddie
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Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
Why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
Why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a-
Why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?
Why-why'd you have to make a-, why'd you have to make a record 'bout me?