Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die
And they make their scene the priss and preen
They'll never get it right
The mirror on the living room wall
Aint been too kind since you hit grade four
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time
He's the boy you got
He's the ticket stub that never won a prize
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face
Came straight from a fight
But he answers we he calls
And he's under six feet tall
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He's jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There aint no way to disguise it
Hate your friends
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die
And they make their scene the priss and preen
They'll never get it right
The ones who shine so bright
Are made or broke come Friday night
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know it's just not your
He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
He's jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There aint no way to disguise it
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time
That's the way, we're gonna get it right
Hate your friends Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die And they make their scene the priss and preen They'll never get it right The mirror on the living room wall Aint been too kind since you hit grade four But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time He's the boy you got He's the ticket stub that never won a prize And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a face Came straight from a fight But he answers we he calls And he's under six feet tall But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog He's jeans never fit quite right But there's a razor blade cut And a feeling in your gut that says There aint no way to disguise it Hate your friends Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die And they make their scene the priss and preen They'll never get it right The ones who shine so bright Are made or broke come Friday night But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know it's just not your He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog He's jeans never fit quite right But there's a razor blade cut And a feeling in your gut that says There aint no way to disguise it But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonight Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time That's the way, we're gonna get it right Explain Request ×
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