| Geeks do not have pedigrees
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| Or perfect punk rock resumes
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| Or anorexic magazines
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| It smells like girl, it smells like girl
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| She walks over me
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| She walks over me
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| Hold you close like we both died
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| My ever-pressing suicide
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| My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
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| Oh tear my heart out, tear my heart out
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| She walks over me
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| She walks over me
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| I’d shut my mouth with you for a rag
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| I use the rest of you for a gag
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| I’d shut my mouth with you for a gag
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| I use the rest of you
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| Kitty, kitty, please come here
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| But don’t you touch me, don’t you dare
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| We look the same, we talk the same
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| We are the same, we are the same
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| She walks over me
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| She walks over me
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| I’d shut my mouth with you for a rag
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| I use the rest of you for a gag
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| I shut my mouth with you for a rag
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| I use the rest of you
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| Nothing’s seen, she walk the same
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| And nothing’s seen, she talk the same
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| You never know what you will get
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| You never know what you’ll forget
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| She walks over me
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| She walks over me
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| She walks |