| I rub elbows with some bad boys
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| They take badgers with their tea
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| And I’m scared of my friends
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| When we wrestle they really hurt me
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| Shots on the block
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| I think not, I think not
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| I keep them close, they show their scars to me
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| I’m a punching bag and a therapist who works for free
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| Kiss me counselor you’re so sweet
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| When we talk I think you love me
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| I could tell you anything
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| It’s nice that someone’s thinking of me
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| Oh me, oh my, I’m feeling lonely
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| Wide open to anybody
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| Give me kisses or something squishy
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| Something softer than concrete
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| Kiss me counselor you’re so sweet
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| When we talk I think you love me
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| I could tell you anything
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| It’s nice that someone’s thinking
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| Street boy, flashlight, window, crowbar
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| Xbox, dog barks, gloves off, rip hard
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| Fake card, back home, tiptoe, good kid
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| While they don’t know, close mouth, don’t leave me alone
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| I rub elbows with some bad boys
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| They take badgers with their tea
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| And I’m scared of my friends
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| When we wrestle they really hurt me |