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Kim and Julie: |
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You think yr a loser, baby |
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But you drive all the girls crazy |
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Yr not a too screwed up punk |
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Yr a total cali hunk |
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Yr whole life is disenchanted |
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Take yr looks from who will grant it |
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You still follow 'ol blues man |
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Yr nothing like them friend |
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Yr great, yr cute, yr smart, yr nice |
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Lou, 29 Mark, 22 |
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Hey boys, take my advice |
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Writing songs in yr sleep |
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John, 29 |
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Stop pretending yr a creep |
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Trent, 30 |
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You say yr head's like a hole |
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But your tune has so much soul |
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You brought about another tour |
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Don't forget your four by four |
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Can't buy yr Miss Right |
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Many girls will spend the night |
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Stop thinkin' about the bitch who screwed ya |
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There's a million who would do ya |
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Yr great, yr cute, yr smart, yr nice |
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Beck, 24 |
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Hey boys, take my advice |
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J, 29 |
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You can play guitar like a dream |
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Page, 35 |
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Perfect knack of all it seems (?) |
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Steve 29 |
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Acting like a social retard |
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Can it really be that hard? |
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Shake their hands and smile |
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All willin' to bear yr child |
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State of rock is pathetic |
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Yr songs are prophetic |
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Yr a 20th century poet |
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Come on boy, don't ya know it? |
