Resenha de Ex-Love

Whoa, this is the Old Fling Recap, huh?
Hey, if you just found out you got cheated on, do yourself a favor and skip this track, seriously
And if you're gonna listen, make sure you listen like ten times so it really sinks in
This one's a little nuts too, check it out

There's no need to cry now
You're the one who chose to hurt
When I wanted love, you just wanted fun
All you were after was that pererê-pe-pê
There's no need to cry now
You're the one who chose to hurt
When I wanted love, you just wanted fun
All you were after was that pererê-pe-pê
Pererê-rêrêrêrê-pe-pê
Pererê-rêrêrêrê-pe-pê-rere-rê
When I wanted love, you just wanted fun
All you were after was that pererê-pe-pê

Bitch
I was all in, fighting over every little thing
You swore Fernanda was just your best friend
Then I found out you were rubbin' up your pussy like two Velcro straps
Bitch
I was all in, fighting over every little thing
You swore Fernanda was just your best friend
Then I found out you were rubbin' up your pussy (so here's what I gotta say, look)

So, no more old flings, no more old flings, no more old flings, and I
I don't want your love anymore, don't even beg, 'cause here's the deal

Your parking spot's on rotation, who's using it now?
I was driving on a two-way street
Got outta there, someone else went right in
Your butt
Also on rotation, so who's to blame?
You're the one double-dipping
I walked out, another one strolled in (now say it like this, c'mon)

So, no more old flings, no more old flings, no more old fling, and I
I don't want your love anymore, don't even beg, 'cause here's the deal
So, no more old flings, no more old flings, no more old flings, and I
I don't want your love anymore, don't even beg, 'cause here's the deal

Don't start with your drama, don't fake it
I feel way better without you around
It was exactly 8: 20 when the crime went down
The motel charged my credit card
Don't start with your drama, don't fake it
I feel so much better without you here
It was exactly 8: 20 when the crime went down
The motel charged my credit card, so check this out

So, no more old flings, no more old flings, no more old flings, and I
I don't want your love anymore, don't even beg, 'cause here's the deal

I gave you an apartment, a car, a Black Card to spend without limits
I even cloned your phone so I'd know every move you made
Had a hunch there was some other guy who lit your fire
But I never guessed it was the bellboy up on the third floor

No, no more old flings no more old flings, no more old flings, and I
I don't want your love anymore, don't even beg, 'cause here's the deal
No more old flings, no more old flings, no more old flings, and I
I don't want your love anymore, don't even beg
'Cause I'm about to tell you to go fuck yourself