David Vendetta - Make Boys Cry

Make boys cry, I don't believe your lies Make boys cry, don't you even try You can't give me what I need You always push me to my knee Lost in your lies I could barely see Yeah, all I wanted was to make you happy And all you ever did was make me cry You see another tears of rage in my eyes You always wanna make me wanna cry I'll make you cry, I'll make you cry Make boys cry, I don't believe your lies I want to make boys cry, don't you even try Save your money, I don't need it, honey Funny, if you think about it But I doubt it, you won't get it Wear it, rip it, forget it You make the girls go rough, go giddy-giddy like me titty Flesh and dirty cash, you can dash, I'm not with it, with it No you're not getting in these jeans, in these jeans No you can't get me what I need, what I need I make the boys cry, I make the boys cry-cry-cry You love to take me home Cause you're drunk and all alone But all you do is make me weep All I wanted was to make you love me But all you ever did was make me cry And why do I always fall for the wrong guy All you ever wanna do is make me cry I'll make you cry, I'll make you cry I'm killing the rhythm, [...] you won't shake it down I'm dropping a block, stop rocking you to the ground I'm killing the rhythm, crossing you off of my kiss list Been beating you down with my feet and my big tits See you took a slice of the pie, spit it out I'm sticky-licking the face in your mouth, take me now I'll make you cry You see I make you cry I make you cry, make you cry [x?, chopped up] Make boys cry I don't believe your lies Make boys cry Don't you even try Make boys cry