| You talk about the junk you did,
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| Like you talk about climbing trees.
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| You look like a little kid,
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| With bruises on your knees.
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| You will never cop,
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| To the damage that’s been done.
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| You will never stop,
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| Cos it’s too much fun.
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| Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
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| Good luck finding your buttercup.
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| You already suck me dry,
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| Can’t do it any more honey.
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| You rough me up and make me cry,
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| And you wanna borrow money.
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| You say you feel like a failure,
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| And wish you cold take it all back.
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| Well honey I gotta tell you,
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| It’s a little too late for that.
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| Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
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| Good luck finding your buttercup.
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| Glory is an act of the other
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| You’re always feeling bad
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| Maybe you couldn’t talk to your mother,
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| Or stand up to your dad.
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| You want my forgiveness,
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| That I’ll give to you.
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| But you got yourself in this mess,
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| There’s nothing I can do.
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| Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
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| Good luck finding your buttercup.
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| First time I saw you,
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| You would make me melt.
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| The last time I saw you,
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| You hit below the belt.
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| You might have a beautiful mouth,
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| You might have beautiful eyes.
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| But soon or later, it’ll all go south,
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| You tell too many lies.
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| Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
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| Good luck finding your buttercup.
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| Good luck finding your buttercup.
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| Good luck finding your buttercup. |