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She clings to me like cellophane, |
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Fake plastic submarine, |
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Slowly driving me insane, |
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But now that's over. |
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So what if the sex was great, |
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Just a temporary escape, |
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Another thing I grew to hate, |
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But now that's over! |
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Why |
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Why do you always kick me when I'm high, |
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Knock me down till we see eye to eye |
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Figured her out |
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I know she may not be Miss Right |
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But she'll do right now |
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She'll do right now |
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I used to hang on every word, |
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Each lie was more absurd |
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Kept me so insecure |
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But now that's over |
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She taught me how to trust, |
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And to believe in us, |
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And then she taught me how to cuss |
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That bitch it's over |
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You know I used to be. such a nice boy |
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Why |
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Why do you always kick me when I'm high, |
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Knock me down till we see eye to eye |
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Figured her out |
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I know she may not be Miss Right |
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But she'll do right now |
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She clings to me like cellophane, |
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Fake plastic submarine, |
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She's driving me insane, |
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But now that's over (now that's over) |
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Why |
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Why do you always kick me when I'm high, |
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Knock me down till we see eye to eye |
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Figured her out |
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I know she may not be Miss Right |
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But she'll do right now |
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She'll do right now |
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Right now |
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Oh, right now |
