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Your stepmother hates my guts |
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But I don't really care |
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She don't like me coming around |
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With my short, greasy hair |
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She would be your best friend |
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If she had it her way |
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She would take all your best friends |
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And put them away |
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Your stepmother hates my guts |
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But I don't give a damn |
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She thinks I'm some kind of scum |
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'Cause I don't call her ma'am |
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La, la, la, la, la, la |
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She would be you best friend |
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If she had it her way |
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Your stepmother hates my guts |
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But I won't give up yet |
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I want you so goddamn much |
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But she sure is upset |
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Looking down again I knock on the door |
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There she is looking down on me again |
