| My room’s a mess, but I don’t care
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| I’m tired of sitting at my desk
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| You can’t bother me
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| I’m far away from you
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| Got to get away
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| You can’t ruin my day
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| You can’t tell me what to do You can’t make me think I love you
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| Shoot it in the arm, you can’t hurt me
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| I’m on my way to Catalina
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| And I’m not going to read your books
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| My tank’s full of squid
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| And it’s getting light
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| And you whores, you can’t make me want
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| 'Cause I got all the rest I need
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| On the deck of my boat
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| And you can’t take my heart when I’m here
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| 'Cause it’s a long swim home
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| For your cute little arms
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| I’ll steal some gas, fix my motor
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| Put on my Beatles tape
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| And get you out of my head
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| Ah yes, here I am, far away from everyone
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| And the only fish I smell
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| Is on the back of my boat
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| I want to go but my motor’s broken
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| There’s no scotch tape, I’m out of gas,
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| So it looks like I’m stuck here
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| I’ll steal some gas, fix my motor
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| Put on my Doors tape
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| And get you out of my head |