Oh man!
Oh right!
One, two, three
You haven't got a clue
And you don't know what to do
You used your money and your friends
To try and trick me
But you won't trick me
As far as I can tell
You've created your own hell
Now you walk around this place
Expecting pity
Every time you throw a fit I
Can't decide if you're full of it and
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face I go
I still can't believe
All your plastic surgery
Now it's everybody's problem
That you're unhappy
Oh, come on!
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face...
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face...
Every time you state your case the
More I want to punch your face I go
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