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