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She's got a voice
Like June Carter Cash
And her hair
Is a punk rock disaster
And she doesn't mind that mine
It's even worse
She's got a smile
That drives me insane
And her eyes can stop a moving train
And she says it's fucking calming
How much I curse
And I can't remember much
Before she waltzed right into my life
And put red wine in my 7-up
We got so drunk that we couldn't stand up
You spun around and I think you threw up
All over the ground
She likes my breath
After I've been drinking
And when she asks me what I'm thinking
She doesn't get pissed when I say
"Nothing at all"
Sometimes we stay, on the couch all day
Watching The Office or stand-up comedy
And she always presses pause
When I get phone calls
And when I ask her if she loves me
She says: "Hell no you're the worst"
And puts red wine in my 7-up
We got so drunk
That we couldn't stand up
You spun around
And I think you threw up
All over the ground
I lost my mind
But you made yours up
I self imploded
But you wouldn't give up
Second chances 'till I finally grew up
When you came around
I was lost and found
Trying to make it through
The best way that I could
Trying to find someone to listen
No one would
Now you make me feel so warm
I'm all good
And I can't remember much
Before she waltzed right into my life
And put red wine in my 7-up
We got so drunk that we couldn't stand up
You spun around and I think you threw up
All over the ground
I lost my mind
But you made yours up
I self imploded
But you wouldn't give up
Second chances till I finally grew up
When you came around
I was lost and found
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