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One, two, three, four, five, six... |
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It's bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective |
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But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass |
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And frankly, we're reasonably practical |
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And we know the benefits of always doing these things in flats |
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And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed |
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Scratching 'I am incredibly sincere' into my forearm |
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You should know better |
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A fifteen year old's editorial, some lazy innuendo |
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(The last man standing is a girl) |
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Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life |
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And the earth's air pressure gets far greater when I hear you |
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You should try harder |
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It takes an educated guess to see I like you little at best |
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And if you come here for the faces hope you leave under duress |
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And you still treat it like a novelty |
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Less pop concert more butchery |
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And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison |
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And we exhale |
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And we roll our eyes |
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And we do these things in unison |
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And woe is me |
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And woe is you |
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And woe is us, together |
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And woe is me |
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And woe is you |
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And woe is us, together. |
