| I got some satisfaction from lifting up your dress
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| A slap in the face is worth a hundred words
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| When I open my eyes again I expect that you’ll be gone
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| But you always do what I expect
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| I’m stopping everything, making fun of myself
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| Drinking lipstick, tipping bookshelves
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| Ripping up words that I thought were important
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| Maybe that’ll blow the window open
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| Everything I say is a stupid lie
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| I won’t tell the truth even when I die
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| I’ll pick myself to pieces 'til the end of time
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| Then I’ll glue them back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah
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| There’s a story of a girl so sleepy, she could not be roused
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| She was kissed by pigs and doctors all over the land
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| The birds in the trees came down and landed in her hair
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| They built a nest and the little birdies hatched it there
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| Teach me something, rip out my hair
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| Send me flying through the air
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| Do something why don’t you, fuck it, do something
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| I’m so bored I sleep…
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| Why don’t you go out and talk some shit
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| Stand up kick 'em all in the family jewels
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| We’ll watch them as their guts unfold
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| Then we’ll rob a 7−11 and hit the road
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| I can be quiet or I can be loud
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| Anything to make my daddy proud
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| We’ll take hostages make demands
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| Set fire to all our best laid plans
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| We’ll assemble volatile explosive devices
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| Sell them for exorbitant prices
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| Purchase an aircraft learn to fly
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| Run out of gas while we’re in the sky
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| Automatic pilot and x-ray spex
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| We were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked
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| Everything I say is a stupid lie
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| I won’t tell the truth even when I die
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| I’ll pick myself to pieces 'til the end of time
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| Then I’ll glue them back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah |