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You know Im kinda good looking.
Youre not terribly dumb
Yeah were not really attracted
But still were kinda turned on
Ive got a future like falling stocks.
Youve got a mouth like a mailbox.
Evil eyes. Evil grin.
Open your doggie-door, Ill crawl back in.
Fake fur. Fake I.D.
Fake you, and fake me.
My excuse. Your mistake.
Turns out everything we had was fake
All my thoughts are batting zero.
Supermarket? Superhero?
Im no Stone and Im no Beatle.
My covers blown. Im going fetal.
This is the place when I start to speak.
This is the part where you turn to leave.
This is how you get off.
This is the part where I go soft.
Youre not terribly dumb
Yeah were not really attracted
But still were kinda turned on
Ive got a future like falling stocks.
Youve got a mouth like a mailbox.
Evil eyes. Evil grin.
Open your doggie-door, Ill crawl back in.
Fake you, and fake me.
My excuse. Your mistake.
Turns out everything we had was fake
Supermarket? Superhero?
Im no Stone and Im no Beatle.
My covers blown. Im going fetal.
This is the place when I start to speak.
This is the part where you turn to leave.
This is how you get off.
This is the part where I go soft.
Song Info
Submitted by
goldeng8te On Dec 30, 2010
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