| In a larval state
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| Drinking a minimum wage
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| I fell in with a girl so vastly superior
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| She wore Mardi Gras beads in her hair
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| And I just can’t get her out of my bed
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| Wish I’d gone with her sister instead
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| Love life imploded
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| My dice were all loaded
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| Can’t get her out of my bed
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| I know
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| If she gave a fuck then it would show
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| And she wouldn’t have me stabbing other boys
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| Like it’s just a bit of sweetness she enjoys
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| Devil’s daughter
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| So much for Simon’s «50 Ways…»
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| What can a lonely boy do when all else seems inferior
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| No come-along will pull me away
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| And I just can’t get her out of my bed
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| Should’ve mainlined saltpeter instead
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| My vices have voted, her ass duly noted
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| Can’t kick her out of my bed
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| Hold on, maybe this girl is alright
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| Just wants the benefit of a modern love life
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| And I don’t know the difference anymore
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| I’ve turned making bad decisions into some kind of art form
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| Don’t mention boundaries on the phone
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| They slide and glide on out the door
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| Can’t get her out of my bed
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| Can’t get her out of my bed
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| My vices have voted, her ass duly noted
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| Can’t get her out of my bed
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| Slow down
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| I don’t know what I’m hoping for
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| So silently I’m opening the latch
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| I swear she’ll be the last one I dispatch |