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"Gee mister you got the best answering machine message I ever heard" |
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drags me round all day just like a ball |
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on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess... |
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I'm just a mess |
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do I have to take this shit from you every time I |
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look your way or say "HEY! it's about time |
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you show me yours and I'll show you mine" |
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and I hope you can keep that turd eating grin of yours |
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upon your face when you find that you're thrown to one side |
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'cos no-one likes a rotten roller coaster ride |
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CHORUS: |
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'cos she's the kind of girl who'll take your heart |
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and leave you feeling worse than you did at the start |
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'cos she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck |
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in a bygone age engaged in the passion trip |
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a final score was required just to make it worthwhile |
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all the patience and the wasted time |
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for it seems today the play (did mutate into) a movie scene |
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where the aim is to get the best line |
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crashing heads for the second time |
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CHORUS: |
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'cos she's the kind of girl who'll break your mind |
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and make an easy meal of the sensitive kind |
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'cos she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck |
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(oh no... day tripper, prick teaser yeah) |
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(doo... wop-wop a-oo...) |
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so a parting word to those young unfortunates who |
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cannot get to sleep 'til one little snake uncurls |
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raise a glass to the Underworld! |
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(doo... wop-wop a...) |
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you can try all week and still keep on waiting |
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it's a messed up, stressed out, loss situation where pearls |
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end up changing into headfuck girls |
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CHORUS: |
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'cos she's the kind of girl who'll steal your smile |
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and chuck it over there on the rest of the pile |
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'cos she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck (x3) |
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headfuck me! |
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(head fuck (x10)) |
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(...nice knowing...) |
