Texty: Kevin Max. Stereotype Be. Her Game.

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Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say
Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach
If you listen close enough you'll catch all the divisive stuff
Those subtle moves, the way she smoothes her hair

And you don't want to say
She was digging your grave
And your friends all can see it
There's no way you're gonna leave it

So where you gonna go
Who you gonna call
When you know it's time to play the game
What's your mystery
Who's it gonna be
When you know it's time to play her game

Is it real or memorex
Those secrets that you feared confess
When she was there you let it all spill out
Turning as you leave for good You wonder if you ever should have wandered through
Her neighborhood at all

And you don't want to say
She was digging your grave
And your friends all can see it
There's no way you're gonna leave it

So where you gonna go
Who you gonna call
When you know it's time to play the game
What's your mystery
Who's it gonna be
When you know it's time to play her game

I am not to blame
This is my parade of broken-hearted words
I feel them all
Please catch me when I fall
It's only from this wall I've faced for far too long
It's lonely