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You sat next to this guy, You told me to come by, But when I got there you weren't home I rang and I knocked, Around the block I walked, When I got back I was still alone. Well I wasn't too mad, Just a little bit sad, I mean All I wanted to do was talk, So I went round back, Your window was open a crack, After I hit it with a rock. Your dog was inside, He barked and he cried, He hid under the living room chair, He calmed down a lot, But he looked pretty hot, So I shaved off all his hair. You weren't home, When I came by last night, You weren't home, And I don't think that it's right. To ask me to come over, And then not be there, The funny thing is though That you think that I care. Found your diary, Couldn't hide it from me, The lock on it, wasn't very strong, I bet when you wrote About you and that goat, You never thought it'd be in a song. Found your underwear draw, Dumped it all on the floor, And tried the slinkiest thing on. I did my make up, Then I stuffed your D-cup, And then I walked around on your front lawn. You weren't home, When I came by last night, You weren't home, And I don't think that it's right. To ask me to come over, And then not be there, The funny thing is though That you think that I care. Don't care, don't care, don't care, I really really really don't care. Don't care, don't care, don't care, I really really really don't care. Don't care, don't care, don't care, I really really really don't care. Don't care, don't care, don't care, I really really really don't care. |