Oh, I get it
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You wanna run my life!
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Why don't you stick an antenna up my ass
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and make me your own satellite
|
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You bitch
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why the hell you gotta make it so damn tough
|
I could find a cure for cancer
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but it wouldn't be enough
|
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You seem
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to think
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that I'm a money tree
|
since your only big concern is
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"How much will he spend on me?"
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That's it!
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I've had it!
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I can't take anymore!
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If you can't see that you're wrong,
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I can show you to the door!
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[Chorus:]
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Tell me what do you want from me?
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My body? My soul?
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If there any relief for me?
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From you? Hell no.
|
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I won't listen to you
|
Until your mouth is shut.
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and we don't gotta throw down
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just 'cause the toilet seat's up.
|
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I know, that you
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Suck
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I know that you
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blow
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I know that I'm
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fucked
|
I know that I
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can't say no
|
[end of chorus]
|
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You've got the nerve
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to tell me how to drive
|
when you've been in so many wrecks
|
it's amazing you're alive
|
|
Plus you're hogging all the oxygen
|
since all you do is talk
|
give me one good reason not to
|
make you get out here and walk
|
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NO, that doesn't mean I think
|
You're overweight
|
I tell you all the time,
|
I think that you look great!
|
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But HEY, does it matter
|
with anything I say?
|
Since I'm always wrong
|
and didn't do the dishes yesterday!
|
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[Chorus]
|
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I know that you suck
|
I know that you blow
|
I know that I'm...
|
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Throwin' Down
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| Psychostick |
