Oh how romantic of you
To recite all my qualities
Like you
And we're getting so fed up
With pushing over a brick
Things are looking up, I say
Things are really going my
You have bad taste
'Cause you think he's cool
So you'll get
He's a popular guy in town
He's pretty smart and he's
Where do you wanna go
Now that we're apart and all
I never took the chance
To show you my gratitude
I'll never
I am pitching to myself at bat
Always patting myself on
I walk down these streets and
I don't, I don't, I
I'm walking on a thin line
I'm about to throw in
These past two weeks
I've been thinking 'bout you
And all the
Come on..
Shanananana, shanananana
Some day, we gonna rise up on that
I am pitching to myself at bat
Always patting myself on
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