| My girl likes bein' lazy
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| And she don’t work for nothing
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| She likes to call her friends up
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| And just talk trash about me
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| And I know I’m not perfect
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| I do what I can
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| I’ve got my guitar and my dreams and a plan
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| She’s always complaining
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| That I’m wasting my time
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| That I’m out of my mind
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| She says I’m sick in the head
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| And I’m better off dead
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| I’d be rich if I had one dollar every time she says
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| I’m a loser, a punk with no future well
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| I’ve got news for you
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| You think I’m sick in the head, well maybe that’s true
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| Or maybe I’m just sick of you
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| When I go out with my friends
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| She’s always on my case
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| And when I’m watching the game
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| She’s all up in my face
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| And she’s playing the field
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| But she’s not on the team
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| Acting the part but it’s not what it seems
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| She’s constantly saying
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| That I’m wasting my time
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| That I’m out of my mind
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| She says I’m sick in the head
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| And I’m better off dead
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| I’d be rich if I had one dollar every time she says
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| I’m a loser, a punk with no future well
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| I’ve got news for you
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| You think I’m sick in the head, well maybe that’s true
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| Or maybe I’m just sick of you
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| It’s always business doing pleasure with you
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| We used to be so money but now we’re through
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| So say whatever ‘cause this ain’t forever or ever
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| She says I’m sick in the head
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| And I’m better off dead
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| I’d be rich if I had one dollar every time she says
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| I’m a loser, a punk with no future well
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| I’ve got news for you
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| You think I’m sick in the head, well maybe that’s true
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| Or maybe I’m just sick of you |