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You know I`m impatient So why would you leave me waiting outside the station When it was like minus four degrees? And I, I get what you`re sayin` I just really don`t wanna hear it right now Can you shut up for like once in your life? Listen to me I took your nice words of advice about How you think I`m gonna die lucky if I turned thirty-three Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney I`m not skinny and I pull a Britney Every other week But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
`Cause I`m too messy, and then I`m too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I`ve been And I`m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I`m too clever, and then I`m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it`s that time of the month And I`m too perfect till I show you that I`m not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate, you hate
It`s taking you ages You still don`t get the hint, I`m not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice And, please, don`t pull those faces When I`ve been out working my arse off all day It`s just one bottle of wine or two But, hey, you can`t even talk You smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why you out gettin` stoned at 4 o`clock? And then you come home to me And don`t say hello `Cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes
`Cause I`m too messy, and then I`m too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I`ve been And I`m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I`m too clever, and then I`m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it`s that time of the month And I`m too perfect till I show you that I`m not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot
Oh, and I`m too messy, and then I`m too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I`ve been And I`m too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I`m too clever, and then I`m too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it`s that time of the month And I`m too perfect till I show you that I`m not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot
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