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Shirley Depressed, |
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She is a mess. |
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I wonder what's behind her plastic breasts |
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She is convinced everything's fine |
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There's nothing |
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I can say to change her mind |
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What the hell is wrong with you? |
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What am I supposed to do |
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To get you out of your bedroom? |
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She wants to be alone |
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Shirley wants to be alone |
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Shirley Depressed, |
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She is obsessed |
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With her ex-boyfriend that treated her like shit |
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Waiting in line, wasting her time |
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For someone that she should've left behind |
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When will she ever get a clue? |
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That you have better things to do, |
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Than sit and cry inside your room |
