Let's play musical chairs, one of my favorite games
Especially now that you and I have traded place
You walk around in shoes that don't fit for a change
There is no way for you to win this race
Criss cross and turn your shirt inside out
You like to think I can't figure you out, but the tables have turned
What goes around comes around, you're about to get burned
Flip the script, you're checking in, I'm checking you out

You're just too sweet till you get on my nerves and hurt like cavity
You left a bad taste in my mouth, my Sour Patch Kid
You and me, it's no mystery, no magic trick
Let me hear this broken record again, just press repeat