| She’s got stickers on her locker
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| And the boy’s number’s there in magic marker
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| I’m hungry and the hunger will linger
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| I eat sixteen saltine crackers then I lick my fingers
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| Well every morning I deliver the news
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| Black hat white shoes and I’m red allover
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| She’s got a big mailbox, that she puts up front
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| Garbage in garbage out, she’s getting what she wants
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| Who’s jealous who’s jealous who’s jealous who’s jealous of who?
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| If I get busy then I couldn’t care less what you do But when I’m by myself I think of nothing else
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| Than if a boy just might be getting through and touching you
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| Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat
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| Jump --- and I’m talking and laughing as we float
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| I hear a whistle, that’s how I know she’s home
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| Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home
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| Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead
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| You can’t defeat her, when you meet her you’ll be what I said
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| And Lord knows there’s a method to her madness
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| Bustin’those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness
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| She doesn’t know but when she’s gonna sit and drink up a few
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| I’m sure she’s drinkin two, but wondering what for and who
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| And I’m solo rollin'. |
| I’m one side off the boat.
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| Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat
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| Who’s jealous who’s jealous who’s jealous who’s jealous of who? |
| (x3) |