| Somewhere someone puts all of their faith in a fast car,
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| California opened your legs.
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| Well, honey, your feet, they ain’t as pretty as you think.
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| My teeth are all still crooked on the inside.
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| Could you please leave all your clothes on,
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| and let me sweat this out?
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| I can only see you naked.
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| You’re not in the car,
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| you’re not spending all your mother’s money, 'cause that makes you feel secure.
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| I can only see you naked, 'cause that’s all you’re good for.
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| I’m sure they all agree.
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| They take you home to help make you forget about me.
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| when they turn to sleep,
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| you’re wide awake,
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| you spend the whole night staring up at the ceiling.
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| Don’t justify, now you’re no better than Justine.
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| Could you please leave all your clothes on,
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| and let me sweat this out?
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| I can only see you naked.
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| You’re not in the car,
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| you’re not spending all your mother’s money 'cause that makes you feel secure.
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| I can only see you naked.
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| You said it was suicide
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| on the Fourth of July.
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| I say it saved my life.
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| I just wish you had died.
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| Could you please leave all your clothes on,
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| let me sweat this out.
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| I can only see you naked.
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| You’re not in that car.
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| You’re not spending all your mother’s money, because that makes you feel secure.
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| I can only see you naked,
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| that’s all you’re good for. |