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  • Lyrics by Bettie Serveert = 38
  • By Bettie Serveert, Down in the cellar, with Dolly and Sue Smoking fags and
  • By Bettie Serveert, I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to
  • By Bettie Serveert, "Smack in the middle of ridiculous places Smack in the middle
  • By Bettie Serveert, People on sidewalks Engaging in small talk And all I can think
  • By Bettie Serveert, Started to fade Innocent but odd enough anyway And caused instant down Then
  • By Bettie Serveert, You smile so sweetly when you dream And I wonder what
  • By Bettie Serveert, Stuck in a rut in a very tight place Judge and
  • By Bettie Serveert, Tell me 'bout your youth Ah, just tell the truth Was it
  • By Bettie Serveert, Boredom always lurks within strange places But still I find a
  • By Bettie Serveert, Hear me now Now don?t just stand there I can't see your
  • By Bettie Serveert, Pass the cracks on every weird occasion You keep your fingers
  • By Bettie Serveert, Throw it on the floor Never mind the mess 'Cause I've been
  • By Bettie Serveert, Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything Loud mouth, bold
  • By Bettie Serveert, This is just a ghost town posing as a city It?s
  • By Bettie Serveert, You say your life's a total waste You told me on
  • By Bettie Serveert, Just enough to peel it off and hide it in
  • By Bettie Serveert, Have I felt this way before? All my life was misery
  • By Bettie Serveert, I'd rather have nothing pale, white and sweet Modest but something
  • By Bettie Serveert, Your name is like a song I sing so sweetly And
  • By Bettie Serveert, Let me have this cutest thing I ever did see in
  • By Bettie Serveert, I?m inside this movie And I?m some sort of actress They got
  • By Bettie Serveert, Bow down for the band on the cover They seem to
  • By Bettie Serveert, Caught up in dreamin', the reoccurrin' kind I heard myself screamin'
  • By Bettie Serveert, We know the cracks of life We?ve been here before Every other
  • By Bettie Serveert, The average guy who lives next door Who's never been in
  • By Bettie Serveert, Isn't it swell? We've got our own dark horse ride And lean
  • By Bettie Serveert, You pulled the slipknot right out of my hands I can?t
  • By Bettie Serveert, From where I stay I can see They've got the upper
  • By Bettie Serveert, What they call love Is just mother nature trying to have
  • By Bettie Serveert, How does this rhyme, 'cause every time I see you Well,
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