| Crybaby, serial heartbreaker |
| Don’t blame me, it’s just the way God made her |
| So many questions |
| That’s too many for me |
| So many lessons |
| So many girl of my dreams |
| 'Cause I tend to over complicate |
| I over love, I under play it |
| Get myself in situations |
| Different people, different places |
| Sensitive but not enough |
| I’m not the best at breaking up |
| Too soon to rip the Band-Aid off |
| A sucker for the fuck me up |
| Crybaby, serial heartbreaker (Ah-ah, ah-ah) |
| Don’t blame me, it’s just the way God made her (Ah-ah, ah-ah) |
| Whoa-oh-oh, serial heartbreaker |
| Oh-oh-oh, it’s just the way |
| It’s just the way God made her |
| I like my alone time |
| But I want somebody to hold |
| I get what I want, I |
| I keep it for a minute, then I let go |
| 'Cause I tend to contradict a lot |
| I love you more, I love you not |
| I hate it when you’re there for me |
| I like it when you hit the spot |
| Every time, I share too much |
| You get in close and I give up |
| So hurry, rip the Band-Aid off |
| Hurry baby, fuck me up |
| Crybaby, serial heartbreaker (Ah-ah, ah-ah) |
| Don’t blame me, it’s just the way God made her (Ah-ah, ah-ah) |
| Whoa-oh-oh, serial heartbreaker |
| Oh-oh-oh, it’s just the way |
| It’s just the way God made her |
| Whoa-oh-oh, serial heartbreaker |
| Oh-oh-oh, it’s just the way God made her |
| I like my alone time |
| But I want somebody to hold |