| Congratulations, you’re in love. |
| The lonely nights are gone.
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| But now you’re making us all sick, the way you’re carrying on Put you’re tongue in you’re mouth, keep you’re hands of her ass It’s an embarrassing public display- Have you no sense of shame?
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| Or get a room, we’ll all pitch in- If you’ll go away.
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| A string of spit connects your mouths, I’m trying hard not to look.
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| And all the endless baby talk, is going to make me puke
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| I don’t care who’s the bigger Schmoopy head
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| I’m hearing you talk and I wish I was dead
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| oh baby, oh honey, oh pumpkin, oh schnookums, oh babe.
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| Get a room, I’ll pay for it- if you’ll go away. |
| Go Away.
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| Just bring it down a notch or two, you’re gathering a crowd And I can tell from
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| over here, you’re visibly aroused.
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| Don’t dry hump in restaurants, it’s unsanitary and rude now it’s dinner and a show, but I just wanted food.
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| While you’re having you’re heated session, in the busiest intersection.
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| Knock it off, now the light is green.
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| Or get a room- we’ll all pitch in, if you’ll go away.
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| Go away. |
| Go away. |
| Go Away. |
| Or break up. |
| Or f**k off. |
| Knock it off. |