| I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
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| I screamed his name ‘til the neighbors called the cops
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| I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
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| Don’t know what I did next, all I know I couldn’t stop
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| Word got around to the barflies and the baptists
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| My mama’s phone started ringin' off the hook
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| I can hear her now sayin' she ain’t gonna have it
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| Don’t matter how you feel, it only matters how you look
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| Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
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| Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
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| 'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
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| Even when you fall apart
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| But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart
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| Wish I could be just a little less dramatic
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| Like a Kennedy when Camelot went down in flames
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| Leave it to me to be holdin' the matches
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| When the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody else to blame
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| Can’t get revenge and keep a spotless reputation
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| Sometimes revenge is a choice you gotta make
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| My mama came from a softer generation
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| Where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face
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| Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
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| Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
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| 'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
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| Even when you fall apart
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| But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart
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| Powder your nose, paint your toes
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| Line your lips and keep 'em closed
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| Cross your legs, dot your eyes
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| And never let 'em see you cry
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| Go and fix your make up, well it’s just a break up
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| Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
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| 'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
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| Even when you fall apart
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| But this ain’t my mama’s broken heart |