| She’s like a queen full of worms
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| I saw her when I was at the bar
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| Patiently waiting my turn
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| She’s all like ‘look at me'
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| And I’m like staring at her boobs
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| Not so much out of attraction
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| But so much like a hornball mood
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| She sorta scared me to the point of saying hi
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| She looked at me like ‘I know you want this'
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| I had
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| Just when I thought going to the bar alone sucks
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| Ms. Nipple Queen bought me a drink
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| I had to rethink my whole scheme
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| I’m not a man, I’m a broken kite
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| After she was me with words
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| Like them other that night
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| I didn’t say a word, I just sat still instead
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| She kept hitting me about the way I dressed
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| On the couch
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| It got to my head after eight months
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| I drink eight cups of strong stuff
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| To stop the screaming that was so surreal
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| I went to the doctor
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| He gave me a hundred ninety pills
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| I took them the same night
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| And I was almost killed
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| Damn Ms. Nipple Queen
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| Why did I go to the bar that day alone?
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| Never wish I would have
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| I would never have been in this position I am now
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| My baby, she came to the hospital
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| Saying that I was the dumbest dude alive
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| She’s saying she had a feeling that I wouldn’t survive
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| Cause I was too weak
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| They had me in the hospital for two weeks
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| Constantly nagging me, telling me that it’s not cheap
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| I said I’m sorry, she told me ‘shut the fuck up'
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| She had sold all my valuable stuff
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| My baseball collection I started since I was eight
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| That painted plate my Dad gave me
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| When I was still his little ace |