| She had exes on her eyes, she was only good for one thing
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| It was over before it started, sooner than some think
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| She had a nose for trouble and all things illegal
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| She came with heavy baggage and a stupid ass beagle
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| Man, I hated that dog, it would shit in the kitchen
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| And howl in the morning, always scratching and itching
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| Queen of the plastic bag, forked tongue and 80's retro
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| Everything from new wave, metal and electro
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| Creature of the night, of habit and of the tanning booth
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| Dedicated, crippled and heavily medicated
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| New pair of shoes to wear out and walk a mile
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| She got what she wanted and cried like a crocodile
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| She liked to mix it up but she couldn’t cook to save her soul
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| Every year when Santa Clause came he only gave her coal
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| Blatantly obvious, I read her like a book of matches
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| Maybe she’s crazy, but I’m the one who took the chances
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| And what does that say about me
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| In the wrong, the place with a long face
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| What does that say about me, I just don’t know
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| Without sunshine and rain the grass won’t grow
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| But what does that say about me
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| Couple bandages and knuckle sandwiches
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| What does that say about me, I just don’t know
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| Without sunshine and rain the grass won’t grow
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| The thorn in my side was also my addiction
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| She spelled it out backwards and blinded me with science fiction
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| Porcelain doll, she let herself go to pieces
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| Kept it in bottles for too long with no releases
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| The outcome was volcanic, disgusting and wonderful
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| Messy, confusing, exciting and depressing
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| The whole entire time I had my foot on the accelerator
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| I saw it all happen like watching numbers on the elevator
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| But what does that say about me
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| In the wrong, the place with a long face
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| What does that say about me, I just don’t know
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| Without sunshine and rain the grass won’t grow
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| But what does that say about me
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| Couple bandages and knuckle sandwiches
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| What does that say about me, I just don’t know
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| Without sunshine and rain the grass won’t grow |