57 lines
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57 lines
1.7 KiB
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It always sucks refolding the kind of map
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Needed when I get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact
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Is if I just shut up, my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb
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It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of
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As it don't take Einstein to know that's just obscene but
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It's been Buck Rogers time since I hit other than rock bottom
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Even the odds of having you against me
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With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently
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Are all mighty good god, so angel dust my soul like James Brown
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Street legal whore hauling so much stunning ass
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Sell yourself short like Bridget at the bunny ranch
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Do it all fours, the satisfaction of getting fouled
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I'm the least you could do
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If only life were as easy as you
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I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
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If only life were as easy as you
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I would still get screwed
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I don't care if getting under someone that's
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Beneath you fits the M.O. of conundrum as
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You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers
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I aim to get a bang out of working your
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Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score
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With no respect, since, oddly, danger feels like pay dirt
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I'm the least you could do
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If only life were as easy as you
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I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
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If only life were as easy as you
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I'm the least you could do
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If only life were as easy as you
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I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
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If only life were as easy as you
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If only
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When my fumbling breaks you should
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I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
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When my fumbling breaks you should
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I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
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When my fumbling breaks you should
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I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
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When my fumbling breaks you should
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I thank your dad for the damaged goods?
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Name I'm The Least You Could Do
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Artist Bloodhound Gang
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Album Hefty Fine
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