You're always hanging around my place
Not much to do, not
Jimmy's never been too popular
Just a funny little kid who
Yeah, it's on again
She flirts with all my friends
What would
Well I've had enough
Of this nine to five
Barely getting by
Trying
I'm dying
I'm crying
Going crazy
Because of you
You tear my soul apart
I
Cruising around and we're thinking about were to go
Head down
And if I never feel it again
I'll turn my back
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