Well, I had myself a girlfrield
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For almost two whole years
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We had no secrets
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We had no fears
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There was nothing we wouldn't do
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When we were in the sack
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She'd even pop the zit on my back
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But one night I was out cheating
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After I drank a few
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She caught me red handed
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And said we're through
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Now she's got a new boyfriend
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It nearly gave me a heart attack
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'Cuz who's gonna pop this zit on my back?
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Well I got a pimple and I don't know why
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It keeps growing in the same place
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I can't reach it with my left or right hand
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I wish it was on my face
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It's four days old
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And it hurts so bad
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But it's ready for a squeeze
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Won't somebody pop it for me please?
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I'll give you ten dollars
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If you're a girl in this lonely world
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And you're looking for a guy
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I'll never cheat again, I promise
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That's no lie
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There's only one thing I ask of you
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Could we name our first child Zak?
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Oh, one more thing
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Please pop this zit on my back
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I'm dying here!
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A pimple ay-hee
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A pop-a-doodly-doo
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Squirt heedly-hoo
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Well I'm sitting alone by the phone
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And no one seems to call
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I try to scrape my zit off on the kitchen wall
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Well that don't work, so I look around
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And find a big shiny thumb-tack
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Put it on the floor, lay down
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Pop the zit on my back
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Zittly Van Zittles
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| Adam Sandler |
