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Everyday something new comes my way And helps me get through the past Anyway, I can't say how long I've been away But I feel at home at last I'm aware

100 girls or maybe more Who left me passed out on the floor I know it might be wrong I had to write this song For a hundred girls and hundreds more

No one tastes like you Like you do And no one wastes me with their words like you do And no one can change my views And do you really think this crazy

Woo hoo Well it's hard to say what's on someone's mind If a woman looks mean she might really be kind She's smart, well-dressed, smells good, likes sex

Oh, well she says she's got it figured it out She thinks it's getting better I don't believe this and I'm never gonna let her Well she says she's strong

How many people want to kick some ass I used to be a nerd, grew up in the suburbs Nothing that ever went wrong, made it up in this song I talk about

you're leaving me here, dear alone with all your letters you're letting it go, no like innocence and feathers you're putting it down sounds slipping

Sit still, take a trip into my eyes You're unstable still to my surprise Be honest but never catch my lies Don't say you're the one who always tries

this just in where to begin grin and bear it it's bare and grim because she's figured me out adoration titillation i'm the victim now she