| I. I look but never touch.
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| She says I drink too much.
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| I only think about myself, sex, and the couch.
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| You.
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| You light up my whole day.
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| Whenever you’re away.
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| I’d love to say I’ve got you figured out.
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| No way.
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| If I get my hands on you,
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| I would make you do all the things I want you to.
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| And bend your will to mine,
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| never hear you whine.
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| Everybody break out, it’s enough to shout,
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| it’s enough to shout, it’s enough, yeah it’s enough.
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| She’s callin', we’re brawlin'.
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| This is the hell that is my life.
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| I’m laughing, she’s crying.
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| This is the hell that is my, hell that is my life.
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| I. I feel the world revolves around me.
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| I take my one way street.
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| I only have one serious bone in my body.
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| You.
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| You say you’re not amused.
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| You love to hate me too.
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| You claim you wish you never got my name tattooed.
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| Now you got your hands on me.
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| And you can make me be, what you want me to be.
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| And slash away my will, still you’re my only thrill.
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| Everybody break out, it’s enough to shout,
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| it’s enough to shout, it’s enough, yeah it’s enough.
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| You.
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| You say you’re not amused.
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| You love to hate me too.
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| And now you tell your friends we’re through
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| and never screwed.
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| I can take you so much more.
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| And you’ve got so much more in store.
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| 'Cause when you say your mom don’t like me,
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| I say that your mom’s a whore.
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| Then you call me selfish pig
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| and something small turns into something big.
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| The more you shovel in the more I dig.
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| The more you shovel in the more I dig.
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| She calls, we talk,
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| I scream, she cries.
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| This is the hell that is my life.
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| She calls, we talk,
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| I laugh, she tries.
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| This is the hell that is my. |