I know you go out to your postbox every dayAnd
Honestly,It's a battle to be happyI want to know how
When the alarm goes offYou feel sick to your fat
Here I amYour one-trick ponyMessing up your lifeWhen I'd callMy
A troubled drunkFell in her bedTo get to know the
Rita's laying on the floorAss up wild-eyedShe loves teasing all
It was his fault and he knew this after a
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