Oh my god, I can't believe my eyesUnderneath that ghostly pale is that youSomeone in your shape shouldn't be drivingSomeone in your shape shouldn't be doing anything at allYou should see yourself in the mirrorWith your leather lips and your snakeskin shoesDo you have to shout in my earDo me a favor, just stop talking for a minute or twoYou crack me up, you really really doWith your sunglasses on, acting so youngOnly I know what you're really up toYou break me upNo, I don't want to sit in your sports carNo, I don't want to hear a tuneAll the locals say you'll go farThat's funny; they don't know you like I doYou crack me up you twisted wreckShouding in the parking lot, think you'll give it one more shotBetter hope they'll cash a checkYou break me upYou better ask yourself a questionCause you cant live like this for longYou better listen to my suggestionBefore you wind up in somebody else's song

 

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