| Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want?
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| Who tells them all to laugh?
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| Who tells them all to talk about me?
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| And I’m not sure what my purpose is for being here
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| Why do they, why do they
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| Always kick me in the groin when I come near
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| And I’m not complaining it just hurts after a bit.
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| I don’t know what I’m feeling
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| I’m just so sick of seeing
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| All those dumb, lame, and retarded broads
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| Who often just sit kick back
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| As I am not so relaxed
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| I often wonder why they act so odd
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| Because no worse a time
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| When it’s just your time to Think you should make your move
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| It doesn’t work as your just a jerk with no excuse
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| What about that situation
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| All night procrastination
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| Takes you to the point when you lead her to her door
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| There is nothing left there to say
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| I guess you best be on your way
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| But before you go you got to do that chore
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| No worse a time
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| When it’s just your time to Think you should make your move
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| It doesn’t work as your just a jerk with no excuse
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| Please won’t you buy in
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| I’m always tryin'
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| I keep on tryin'
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| There’s only so much pride that I can lose
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| I hope that when you see me You see right through me Come on now, honestly
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| I’m so sick of endin' up without a clue |