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Did you tell me,"What an utter cock"?

With marking on a mirror, marking up a truck,

You tie and talk me up

Do you think your social's good enough?

You turbo-charged the poise, but you can't turn it off

And all the kids are fired up

And now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed

It's not my birthday, do not mind me

I sold you out, the money's in the van

You make it hard to be around, and I'll be around

I'll be around

I know a pig that has a big percent

Maybe could you embarrass me enough?

For sitting in the kitchen, for maybe staying over

You think I'd dick you over

Made it with your now boy, and you're off

Looking for a wooden plane and Hershey stuff

And anything to bring you luck

Now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed

It's not my birthday, do not mind me

I sold you out, the money's in the van

You make you hard to be around, I'll be around

I'll be around

I know a pig that has a big percent

Firefly grounding, seeking, sounding

Oh I hope you are not dead

Yet.