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Lyrics
She was crazy like a soccer riot,
My lines were bombing like a sitcom pilot,
And she was deep as a kiddie pool, and
She never thought twice about breakin all the rules.
I don’t wanna be the boy on the floor,
Who feel in love with the girl next door.
A drama queen and I was just 18,
I gave my love, but her rates were steep.
But I paid...And she stayed...Here----
I’m sorry I— Can’t make the time --
To again make you mine. But I gotta get on with my life.
And I’m sorry you— won’t know what to do--
One day when I’m not by yer side.
But it won’t be for lack of trying.
Perfect mix of daddy’s girl and white trash,
A box of candy and her heart shaped ass.
Drove by her house for the thousandth time,
If shed’ve screwed it on, Idda lost my mind.
On my birthday, got a sympathy card.
Cold as hell like snow angels in front yards.
And I have listened to everything she’s said,
But I digress, She was the best...
I’ve had...It’s too damn bad... Whoooo----
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