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i should of let go when i saw xanax |
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that girls got issues i don't wanna be next |
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in line for a ride i'm not tall enough for |
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when she showed me her purse i shoulda showed her the door |
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'cause she don't care about no one |
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and who knows when she'll come undone |
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oh won't that be alot of fun no |
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she says she wants to get too know me better |
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then had the proof in a a suicide letter |
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she smiled and said that it's just a joke |
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but i don't think she's blowin' smoke |
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oh oh the girls gone crazy |
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oh no i don't mean maybe |
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oh oh the girls gone crazy |
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makes me wanna swear off love forever |
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oh oh oh yeah |
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i saw her down at the market square |
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she called me over says to prepare |
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into a picture of her pocketbook |
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well she called it art, i call it disturbed |
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she lied and said she's got it bad |
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but i just think she's quite pathetic |
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'cause that's no excuse why she's not sweet |
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she used to be a normal girl |
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but she's escaped to her own world |
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there's someone there she's gotta meet |
