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Does My Breath Smell?
Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want? Who tells them all to laugh? Who tells them all to talk about me?
And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here Why do they, why do they Always kick me in the groin when I come near
And I'm not complaining it just hurts after a bit.
I don't know what I'm feeling I'm just so sick of seeing All those dumb, lame, and retarded broads
Who often just sit kick back As I am not so relaxed I often wonder why they act so odd
Because no worse a time When it's just your time to Think you should make your move It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
What about that situation All night procrastination Taking to the point when you lead her to her door
There is nothing left there to say I guess you best be on your way But before you go you got to do that chore
No worse a time When it's just your time to Think you should make your move It doesn't work as your just a jerk with no excuse
Please won't you buy in I'm always tryin' I keep on tryin' There's only so much pride that I can lose
I hope that when you see me You see right through me Come on now, honestly I'm so sick of endin' up without a clue
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