| I’ve got this drive to be eaten alive and that’s the only reason I can see,
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| cause we’ve made a fine art out of falling apart and that’s always how
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| it’s gonna be.
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| I’ve thought of leaving you, but where would that leave me?
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| I keep coming back to you.
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| I’m just dumb enough.
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| I’m just numb enough.
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| I’m just standing in front of your lawnmower of love.
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| You’re not too sure just what you’re looking for
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| but you know you need a new referral,
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| and you live your own life and you’re nobody’s wife
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| just like any other Cosmo girl.
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| In the rate-your-mate questionnaire, my score makes your hair curl,
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| but you keep coming back to me.
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| You’re just bored enough.
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| You’re just out of your gourd enough.
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| You’re just standing in front of the lawnmower of love.
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| We’re just dim enough.
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| We’re just out on a limb enough.
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| We’re just gonna get cut up by the lawnmower of love.
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| So welcome to the Love Capades
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| where everything bleeds before it fades,
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| and sometimes we get caught up in the blades.
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| But it used to be okay.
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| It used to be that all we had to spend was what attention we could pay.
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| But now you’re the queen of the horrible scene and we’re both at
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| our ropes' ends.
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| We’re cranky and glum and we know we’ve become an embarrassment
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| to all our friends.
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| They say we’re on the rocks but it all depends.
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| We keep coming back for more.
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| We’re just lame enough.
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| We’re just the same enough.
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| We’re just standing in front of the lawnmower of love.
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| We’re just sad enough.
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| We just haven’t had enough.
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| We’re just gonna get cut up by the lawnmower of love. |