| (Say, Kate, next Friday there’s gonna be a weenie roast, or there’ll be a
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| bowling club if you’d rather do that, or we can go to the band concert…
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| Say, you like to do lots of things don’t ya!)
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| When you were playing dollies, I was acting up in the park
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| You’re not into older men but I guess no one looks old in the dark
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| You know they say that things can change for the best
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| Well, I detest your fucking stories, I’d love to have a shot at your chest
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| Writing songs about cutting you up
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| I can’t keep writing these songs…
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| My well-read friend informed me that I was a cunt
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| Well it’s her own cunting problem
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| It’s not my fucking problem I’m dumb
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| Well I read the very same book and it gave me
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| It gave me lots of details of the perpetrator’s innocence
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| Of couples and their problems
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| And self-removing genitals
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| I took a different view from it
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| I took a better view from it
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| I’m sorry if it’s sick, but I couldn’t help thinking
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| I couldn’t help wondering, I couldn’t help wondering
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| Why I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
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| I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
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| I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
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| I can’t keep writing these songs
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| I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
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| I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
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| I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up
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| Let’s play pull off your arms…
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| Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
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| your blood
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| Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
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| your blood
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| Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
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| your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)
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| Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
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| your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)
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| Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
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| your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs about cutting you up)
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| Pull off your arms, pull off your arms, pull off your arms and let’s play in
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| your blood (I can’t keep writing these songs) |