Preciatcha Songtext
von Caylee Hammack

I knew I′d run into you
It was bound to happen
Been limping since you left
But hey, I managed

Same smile, same dream
Just a different jacket
Marlon Brando pretty
Still kinda gets me

Mama always said
Broken hearts are a blessing
And every hand that you hold
Holds one hell of a lesson
Guess I'm humble little, little
But something I just gotta say


Preciatcha, every time you made me cry
I apreciatcha, even how you say goodbye
Cut me deep, cut me loose
Cut me out like a piece of paper
But it taught me that isn′t love
So how can I hate you?
I apreciatcha
I, I apreciatcha

You know me, I tell the truth
When I drink to kill
You think it's hard to say to you?

Try the mirror
Same girl, same heart, different attitude
Can't play the victim and learn anything new

So I apreciatcha, every time you made me cry
I apreciatcha, even how you said goodbye
Cut me deep, cut me loose
Cut me out like a piece of paper
But it taught me that isn′t love
So how can I hate you?
I apreciatcha
I, I apreciatcha (I apreciatcha)

Ooh, I, ayy, yeah
Oh, oh-oh


I wish the best for you, I really do
I hope you′re happy
If you got well-wishes of your own
Then aim 'em at me
But if you don′t, baby, that's okay
I apreciatcha anyway

Preciatcha, every time you made me cry
I apreciatcha, even how you said goodbye
Cut me deep, cut me loose
Cut me out like a piece of paper
But it taught me that isn′t love
So how can I hate you?

I apreciatcha
I, I apreciatcha
(I apreciatcha, I, I)
I apreciatcha