| I could slip, I could fall
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| In that mean and awful hall
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| With the other jealous bitches
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| And the bitter grumbling men
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| I could sneer, I could glare say that
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| Life is so unfair And the one who
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| Made it, made it 'Cuz her breasts
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| Were really big
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| Well I don’t wanna get bitter
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| I don’t wanna turn cruel
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| I don’t wanna get old before I have to
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| I could bitch, I could moan
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| Say I want to be left alone
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| But that’s not really true
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| Because I like my time with you
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| Till you rant and you rave
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| Wishing fat folks to their grave
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| But I feel sorry for them
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| You say they get what they deserve
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| Well I don’t wanna get bitter
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| I don’t wanna turn cruel
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| I don’t wanna get old before I have to
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| I don’t wanna get jaded
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| Petrified and weighted
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| I don’t wanna get bitter like you
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| Like you, with the darts in your eyes
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| Like you, with disdain for mankind
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| I was charmed, now I wonder
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| Well I don’t wanna get bitter
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| I don’t wanna turn cruel
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| I don’t wanna get old before I have to
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| So I’ll smile with the rest
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| I’ll wish everyone the best
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| And know the one who made it
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| Made it cuz she was actually pretty good
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| Well I don’t wanna get bitter
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| I don’t wanna turn cruel
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| I don’t wanna get old before I have to |