Nice trainers brother, did you get them from your mother,
You said good looks were hard to findAnd I aint
Comb over, comb over, comb over my loveYou know I
Ian's got a complex, oh oh Ian's got a complexIan's
You're a leech, you're a leech, never out of my
Well everyone knows you're no good, you needle everybody in
She said she never meant it when she said that
Everything is heavenly, a middle class suburban dreamWhere everybody's nobody
Underneath those city lights I'm gonna dream about you every
The morning sun wakes you and comes at you with
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