Girl, I love your clothes, and I love your hair, but I like you.
And I like your songs, and the things you wear. Oh it's too true.
But those are street-walkin' words.
They mean what you pay them to.
Well, it was bad for me. Was it good for you?

You were nice as hell. You treat everyone like your best friend.
And you opened up, shared your inner thoughts. Didn't pretend.
Your friendliness could entice.
Now I've seen the dark side of nice.
And it was bad for me. Was it good for you?

I could tell you didn't feel that way, so I canned it. Or tried.
Oh, I may have acted slightly strange, but I kept it inside.
I don't think you ever knew
The knots I twisted into.
And it was bad for me. Was it good for you?

[Bridge]
Love is a river. You can't turn it off with taps.
I was your puppy 'till I tired of the scraps.
The rosy glasses shattered. Now I see the gaps.
The truth is hitting me like slaps.

Things got wierder still, and I had to talk, but you would not.
After four years, there should be trust to spare, or so I thought.
And it's stupid the way this ends,
With me saying, "let's not be friends".
'Cause it was bad for me. Was it good for you?

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