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Stray
04:07
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Baby's got a cigarette tucked in his ear
And I think I'm gonna love him by the end of the year
There's a man on the beach trying to drown himself
While your mouth tastes like some seawater shells
Baby's jeans are ripped but they still look good
We're made out of water sitting on a piece of driftwood
If we never have money, well at least we got here
With a view and a cigarette behind my ear
I'm right, I'm wrong, I stray for days
I like it when you say my name
I love, I hurt, You hurt me back
I think I'll have a heart attack
Baby took my coat but I still feel warm
And I think I'm gonna kill him by the end of the dawn
There's a girl in my head trying to drown herself
And you tell me you think there's somebody else
Baby looks cute, man you gotta see her
She's a natural born killer and she's from Korea
But we'll never be together, it's a crazy world
I'm head over heels for my best friend's girl
You've been out for days
I like you
I'm right, I'm wrong, I stray for days
I like it when you say my name
I love, I hurt, You hurt me back
I think I'll have a heart attack
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Throw me some meat, I'm sick of the bone
Make up my make up, leave insecurities home
I called her a lot, she said "What am I, fat?"
I said "You don't get babe", and she left me like that
Majestic down a firepole, this volunteer's a stripper
He's fire retarded, he can't stand double dippers
Got a collection of zippers, I booked a conjucal visit
For a valentines date, I said "You think I want sex? I got Jail bait."
The weather is fine
My clothes on the line
I'm doing some time
The pleasure is mine
Smoking isn't bad, it's just ideology
My passions lie in art, but I study biology
My friend thinks with his dick, he needs a rectal lobotomy
I'm a fan of the Beatles, and also full-time monogamy
She said it twice, I don't accept her apology
Said it's all in your head, I said "You think I need you? I got a single bed".
The weather is fine
My clothes on the line
I'm doing some time
The pleasure is mine
I met a guy named Jack, he got himself a Cadillac
And he lacked what I lacked, and I liked what he liked
I cut him slack, but I would never take the fucker back
Cause he was made of wax, worse than that he wanted me to wax
And he whacked me on the ass, and I whacked him on the head
And I kicked him out the door when he try put me to bed
Maybe someday I'll have a friend
But for now I think I'm better off dead
dead
dead
dead
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