i once knew a girl named sassy britches
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and she would call my name 3000 times a day
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she was running round town burning bridges
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and now my ride homes never quite the same
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i once knew a girl named sassy britches
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and i swear unto you it's her god given name
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i told her friends they're stuckup bitches
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and now my napkin's soaked with bloodstains
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the more you learn the less you know
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i'll bet everything is fine
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i'll bet everything is fine
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the more you see the less you show
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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her family showered me with countless riches
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yet i'm in a bit of a bind
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i need much more than that
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maybe i can sell her cooking - classy, tasty, delicious dishes
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then give my spiel about how it's imported
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the less you seed the more you grow
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i'll bet nothing is on time
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i'll bet nothing is ever on time
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the more you see the less you show
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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i need something i can't find
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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this shit happens all the time
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i still know a girl named sassy britches
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and her voice comforts me flying right thru thin air
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now i've taken time off work to protest her wishes
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but noone's ever around
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is there anyone there
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the more you learn the less you know
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i'll bet you're all out of line
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i'll bet you're all out of line
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(turn around with the wrong reaction)
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(fake us out with a cheap distraction)
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the more you reap the more you owe
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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oh yeah everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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oh yeah, everything is fine
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this shit happens all the time
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oh miss britches, sassy and sweet
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tell me what more could a young girl be
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i've got a punk rock band called love
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we've got songs that consist of
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8-bar sections, gritty and brash
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we got a gig opening for the clash
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everyone clowned us, sassy oh sassy
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what makes a punk rocker treat us so nasty
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mountain dew and a pierced eardrum
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what makes a punk rock act so dumb
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velvet postcards i'll send ya miss britches
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bit my tongue and received nine stitches
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bitches and ho's always come to the shows
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popping sugar and butterscotch in the nose and it shows
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cause they'll lose their hair like ted danson
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snatch up all the kiddies and then hold 'em all for ransom
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burn all your bridges and then build 'em back with plastic
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little old ladies makin' cookies from elastica
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and it don't stop there!
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ex-bass players all have blue hair
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boo-boop-be-doop-a-shang-a-lang-coccoa-puff
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kurt haggadorn has a self big-muff
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betcha makes ya dizzy watch the big wax spin
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turn it up to 20, just a suggestion
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Sassy Britches
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