Revolve

You came in through the front door
Kicked right through to my heart babe
I swear I told myself to run
Now I’m circled in the darkness
I’m trying to function
I’m trying to regain myself now
But I never wanted this
All I ever I wanted was the best for ya
But you coulda told me
You coulda told me
That you ain’t want me
Yea you coulda told me
You coulda told me
That you ain’t love me
But you should know that
I would’a married you baby
We probably would’a had bout a couple
Maybe two babies
But now you got me singing
Ohhhhhh (what goes around, comes around, goes around comes… right back around)
But now you got me singing
Ohhhhh (what goes around, comes around, goes around, comes… right back around)