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Pants, lie on the floor My girlfriend, she walks through the door I'm not a good listener My ears close at the sound of the door Swingin' shut Why don't you put your new shirt on? We'll go out, and drive around and around I'm a beast for hire I don't feel smart No, I don't feel smart anymore I'm a beast In a middle school choir I don't sing straight No, I don't even try anymore La la laaaa, la la la la la La la laaaa, lalalaaaa la la laaaa! |