Welcome to the station, so here's the situation

Lemme tell you how it all goes down

The girl you've been about, ya come to find out,

That she's the biggest ho around

Can we take it to the bridge

And skip the part about the fridge

Where she keeps her cold heart,

By a stale poptart

And all the brothers that she fucked

Are getting piled in a truck

And with a little luck

You can get your feet back on the ground



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Why do I

Get it (ooh!)

Then regret it (yeah!)

When I let it (uhhh!)

Let it get the best of me

It's killin' me

I'm the epitome

Of every bit of me

I'm better off alone



You got a shitty boyfriend, who only answers people with the words from an Everlast song

You got screwed in the end when he said you're just a friend, you wonder what you're doin' wrong

Workin' 7 in the mornin' at the coffee shop pourin' out your caffeinated heart (Please don't let me start)

'cause he's at home on the couch, readin' porno like a slouch,

In your really fresh house on Hollywood Boulevard (and you're out in the yard saying)



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You gotta swallow your pride

Before you swallow that drink,

Then you follow the lines on the floor to the sink, where you climb down the drain,

And you sit and you think about (everything that went wrong)

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