Seventeen and hopeless and I don't care
just want to get
Most girls I know are so lame
red hot bods, they're
Sid shot dope and then got drunk
he did it his
we run with the night
we enforce in the night
everybody knows
well i'm starving for attention
and i'm looking for perfection
and my
there was smoke on the water
a little fire in the
cram it up your ass
listen to me its a 100 degrees
and still you've got
hey mark its fourth and goal
why don't you get your
you can't predict if she'll stay or go
if she speaks
Yeah, I know, I pissed away alot of dough
What a
She likes to read I like tv
She's checking out my
The girls look really sad
Like a trucker who's breath
Was smelling
beat me
beat me anyway you want
beat me up, beat me
Bullshit, bullshit, full of shit
Bullshit, bullshit, full of shit
You can't
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