The used to be 4 little pigs
Once upon a time
You promised
You promised you'd ride for me
You promised that when times got hard you'd stay for me
You promised that because I didn't look as good you'd stick around me
You promised that you'd lift me up when I was down
But you left and now you have me saying "little pigs, little pigs, come out or I'll blow your house down"
With all my might I will blow this house down
You promised that we would be friends till the end
But I blew your houses down and realized by the house of bricks I was better off alone in the end.
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