To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
To the left, to the left
Standing in the front yard
Telling me how I'm such a fool
Talking about I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get
To thinking you're irreplaceable
Composição: Amund Björklund / Beyoncé Knowles / Espen Lind / Mikkel Eriksen / Shaffer / Tor Hermansen