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Lyrics
She slit her wrists again last Sunday,
It wasn't that deep, she wasn't that lonely.
She was only waiting for the Cosby Show to go away.
And Teri's not bad when she's giving head,
When she first wakes up and when she goes to bed,
But in between she's got all these things to say.
She put it up on a pedestal,
Like the cracker-jack prize, her thighs are lined with gold.
And if you've got the pick and a torch-light helmet,
If you're not too quick, and you're not that eloquent,
You can be the first one in,
You can be her first big disappointment.
And where do the bad days go?
They crawl between her legs.
But each night's a brand new start,
Each man's a brand new bed.
I'm just drunk enough
To think that this whole scene might be contagious.
And I'm sane enough to want to save myself.
Man, her eyes got cold, everybody says so.
But if you spread it out thin enough,
There's enough for everyone.
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