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I've been played a fool four, three, too many times and
When did lust for you become an organized crime?
I tried to keep you honest, babe, but I was just a pawn
You played the part so well, it hurts to know you're gone
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Let me count the ways; I six, seven, ate my words
Right from the silver plate, we checked in, checked out, checkmate
I couldn't keep you honest, babe, 'cause I was just a card you played
We draw so well, it hurts to know you're gone, you're gone, you're gone
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
(I couldn't keep you honest, babe)
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
('Cause I was just a pawn you played)
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
(I couldn't keep you honest, babe)
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
When did lust for you become an organized crime?
I tried to keep you honest, babe, but I was just a pawn
You played the part so well, it hurts to know you're gone
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Let me count the ways; I six, seven, ate my words
Right from the silver plate, we checked in, checked out, checkmate
I couldn't keep you honest, babe, 'cause I was just a card you played
We draw so well, it hurts to know you're gone, you're gone, you're gone
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head?
(I couldn't keep you honest, babe)
Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed?
('Cause I was just a pawn you played)
Was it worth it? Was it perfect when you up and left me cynical?
(I couldn't keep you honest, babe)
Like you planned it, you're a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Lyrics submitted by thoseguiltyeyes
Track duration: 03:00
"Get Down on Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me" as written by Michael Joseph Green, Alexander William Gaskarth
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Maybe this is about Lisa.
I also heard that he cheated on Alex.
But then I also heard he cheated with Demi Lovato whether he admits it or not.
He always brushes it off and says nothing when asked about it in interviews.
"Just a no-good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal." It's TWO-BIT, not "too-big." That doesn't even make sense.
When someone is described as "two-bit," they're being called a whore. The term dates back to when bits were used as currency, and two-bits was very cheap (about 25¢), so the spreader here is calling this "filthy rotten criminal" a 25¢ whore, hence the "two-bit" line.
It's definitely not "too-big." I don't think the person that the speaker is singing about is overweight, and I don't think her size is the problem that caused them to break up. Context clues would tell you that she's somewhat of a whore.
Freaking iTouch.
But yeah. Two-bit, not too-big.
Amazing song though, very catchy :)
Did you fake it
Just to break another stranger in your bed?
-Deff sounds like her cheating to me.