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Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want?
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Who tells them all to laugh?
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Who tells them all to talk about me?
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And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here
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Why do they, why do they
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Always kick me in the groin when I come near
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(And I'm not complaining it just hurts after a bit)
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I don't know what I'm feeling
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I'm just so sick of seeing
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All those dumb, lame, and retarded broads
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Who often just sit kick back
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As I am not so relaxed
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I often wonder why they act so odd
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Because no worse a time
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When it's just your time to
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Think you should make your move
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It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
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What about that situation
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All night procrastination
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Takes you to the point when you lead her to her door
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There is nothing left there to say
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I guess you best be on your way
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But before you go you got to do that chore
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No worse a time
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When it's just your time to
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Think you should make your move
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It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
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Please won't you buy in
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I'm always trying
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I keep on trying
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There's only so much pride that I can lose
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I hope that when you see me
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You don't see right through me
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Come on now, honestly
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I'm so sick of ending up without a clue
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Does my Breath Smell?
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