transcribed by Dave Turco ([email protected])
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excuse me father, what i'm trying to say,
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is that i'm scared 'cause all my friends have been laid.
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it's in their eyes and the things that they do with their hands,
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fastening trousers,
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holding their hands tight,
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showing their mothers,
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where can i hide.
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excuse me mother, what i'm trying to say,
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is that i think that all my friends have been laid.
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i couldn't hate them but i don't like the way that it feels,
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moving inside me,
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women dispise me,
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children laugh at me,
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no, don't hate me.
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don't squish me,
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help me,
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don't scratch me.
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excuse me father, what i'm trying to say,
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is that i'm scared 'cause all my friends have been laid.
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it's in their clothes and in the way that they brush their hair,
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it's walking behind me,
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holding my glances,
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mincing their movements,
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slowing their dances.
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holding their hands tight,
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showing their mothers,
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where can i hide.
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excuse me mother, what i'm trying to
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hey brush their hair,
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it's walking behind me,
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holding my glances,
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mincing their movements,
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slowing their dances
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Ghost
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| Dubstar |
