| I don’t feel pretty
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| This food is shitty
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| This traffic sucks
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| It makes me dizzy
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| You said you’d call me
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| You kept me waiting
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| Next thing you want me
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| I’m sick of dating
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| Yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| See nobody understands me quite like Elvis do
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| So I pray to Madonna cause she gets my groove
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| I’ve had a bad day, I’m in a bad mood
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| I turn up the music so loud, and I yell!
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| The neighbours below me can just go to hell!
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| They hit me with that broom broom, tap tap
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| I hit 'em with a boom boom back, oh well I’m
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| Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
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| I can’t stay focused
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| Adderal broken
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| Texting my therapist, she text back she like who dis?
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| My thoughts are crazy, I can’t control 'em
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| Sympathise but leave me alone
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| I just wanna break my cell phone
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| Nobody understands me quite like Dolly do
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| So I pray to Nirvana, so I don’t fight these fools
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| I’ve had a bad day, I’m in a bad mood
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| I turn up the music so loud, and I yell!
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| The neighbours below me can just go to hell!
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| They hit me with that broom broom, tap tap
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| I hit 'em with a boom boom back, oh well I’m
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| Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
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| It’s my party, I’ll cry if I want
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| I know I’ll survive like Aretha’s legend
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| Maybe I’m dramatic when I block you
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| Or maybe I just need a little extra attention
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| I turn up the music so loud, and I yell!
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| The neighbours below me can just go to hell!
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| They hit me with that broom broom, tap tap
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| I hit 'em with a boom boom back, oh well I’m
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| Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself
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| (Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself)
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| Exercising my right to feel sorry for myself |