.We held down miles of my own vomit
Just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.
(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child,
Or maybe some one did too much)
Complain to the scissors, bite the skirt sleeve.
Let's see the look on your face when i make it wor.
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