| My last girlfriend didn’t like me, thought she might be
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| Most likely a dyke, she just didn’t excite me
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| Lefty? |
| Yeah, but that was alright
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| She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn’t that bright
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| My mistake, she was more flaky than a leper colony
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| I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company
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| Ass like a donkey acting funky, gave her «L» now she’s a flunky
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| So my love for her died quicker than a batch of Sea Monkeys,
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| Early bird gets the worm, spread your legs or spread the word
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| So what if I’m not the smartest peanut in the turd?
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| I’m white, which goes with everything but I can come in any color
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| And I’m looking for the kind of girl that reminds me of my mother
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| But it’s hard to find a girl with a viper tattooed on her tushy
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| And how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica with their pussy?
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| Like 'em easy, hot and sweet like a Rice Krispie Treat, gee
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| You know what I really want in a girl? |
| Me
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| I need to find a new vagina
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| Any kind of new vagina
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| It’s hard to rhyme a word like vagina
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| Calvin Klein, kind of, North Carolina
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| Women are like dog doo, hear me through, don’t interrupt
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| It’s just the older that they are, the easier they get to pick-up
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| I’d fill the generation gap, clean the cobwebs from her rafters
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| Old hens would rather put out than be put out to the pasture
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| No, age just ain’t a gauge, I like my girls like my cheese
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| Preferably for me, fat-free American singles only
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| I want my next chick anorexic, the winner is the thinner
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| Won’t have to take her skinny ass out to a fancy dinner
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| Like Sizzler, she got a beef? |
| We’ll chew the fat
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| If I forget to put the seat up, I can put up with her crap
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| Let her lash out and crack the whip, but not in bed, I don’t play rough
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| No, I can’t be tied down with a girl that wants me tied up
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| Just independent like NOFX, smart like Janeane Garafolo
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| She’d use big words to make fun of me so that I would never know
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| Bestow upon me all her wisdom of the Dewey Decimal System, gee
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| You know what I really want in a girl? |
| Me
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| I need to find a new vagina
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| Any kind of new vagina
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| It’s hard to rhyme a word like vagina
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| Kevin Kline, kind of, South Carolina
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| Vagina, vagina, vagina, vagina
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| Vagina, vagina, vagina, vagina |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Three Point One Four , by - Bloodhound Gang. Song from the album Show Us Your Hits, in the genre Панк