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Well I lie |
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I cheat and |
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I steal, And |
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I don't give two shits about the way that you feel. |
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And I barely know who you are, |
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But I'll break your heart and then |
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I'll sleep in your car. |
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I'm not dying inside, well, |
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I'm dead. |
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Yeah, too many people have ****ed with my head, |
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And now I'm out for revenge. |
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Well, I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act, |
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But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts, |
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And I'm sick to death of always being the sucker. |
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I'm a heartless bastard mother****er. |
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Well, you're a prize specimen - |
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You look pretty fine, but |
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I don't know where you've been. |
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You invite me back to your place, |
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And you feed me drinks to get me out of my face. |
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You never own up to what you did - |
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You **** like an adult and you cry like a kid, |
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And then you tell your friends |
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I took the piss. |
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Well, I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act, |
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But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts, |
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And I'm sorry, honey, this time you're the sucker. |
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I'm a heartless bastard mother****er. |
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Just for a second here with a straight face |
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I am sick of the sinners |
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Always making out they're saints. |
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As far as |
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I can tell we're the ones to watch are the ones with their hearts on their sleeves - |
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Make-up doth protest too much. |
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So come on everybody, come on, |
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Don't make me regret ever writing this song - |
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I need every mother****er to sing along. |
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Well, I'm not the only one who regrets the way they act, |
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But I seem to be the only one who's honest with the facts, |
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And I'm sorry, honey, this time you're the sucker. |
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I'm a heartless bastard goddamn mother****er. |
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Mother****er. |
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And I'm not a patch on you... ' |
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Cause I'm a cunt. |
