| I can lay it on real thick
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| But I know how you don’t like to get bogged down
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| With anything 'bout us And our kick ass true love tale
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| Sorry I swore just then
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| Cause I know you hate it And by the way that cake you baked me really sucked
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| But I ate it Cause I loved you
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| Even more that you could ever imagine
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| Here’s a friendly goodbye
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| Ain’t that a «b"with an itch
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| Ain’t that a mother trucker
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| You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks
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| And f yourself
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| Cause I’m flippin’gosh darn sick
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| Of all the «s"words you put me through
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| So f-u
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| I can hang it out to dry
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| Cause I know how you like all your laundry neat
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| And not just thrown around
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| Like a chain saw in need of juggling
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| Sorry I flipped you off cause I know,
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| That you hate it And that homemade porn I said that I erased
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| Well I saved it
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| I’ll send you a post card that says
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| I’m glad you’re not here
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| I’ll buy you a t-shirt
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| But I’ll use it to wipe up the beer
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| That I spilled
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| While I was spilling my guts
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| To my friends about you
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| And I really don’t have anything else nice to say |