| Yeah you ought to see yourself
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| Through the eyes of anyone
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| Who ever knew you when you were more useful
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| There used to be no place
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| For anyone who wanted to come play around your backdoor
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| Now they’re sneakin through your cat hole
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| Yeah you got a lot of nerve
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| It ought to be illegal
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| Always taking up so much space
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| They never see you come
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| They’ll only see you leaving
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| Cause you’ve always got your hands full
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| You even steal all the shadows
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| Ain’t the lies ain’t the freaks
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| It ain’t your mother
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| But what’s your motivation
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| Ain’t the wine ain’t the creeps
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| It ain’t your father
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| Tell me what’s your motivation
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| Yeah you said you knew me when I was easier to be around
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| Knew me like we were really friends
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| You let me wear your hat
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| When all I really wanted was to know why you wake up Tell me where you hide your make-up
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| I never see you without it Tell me what’s your motivation
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| Yeah I saw your monkeycat
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| He’s dancin on the corner with a brother and his moonshine
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| Yeah they’re buzzin like a beehive |