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| I'm going to ask you a serious of questions, | |
| This is a seasonal affair, | |
| I'm flying down the fast lane, | |
| Am I moving too fast? Am I thinking too slow? | |
| I bet he get's the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance, | |
| There's a ghost in this room, | |
| Last year's wishes, | |
| Follow the freeway, break the routine, | |
| If you could be my punk rock princess, | |
| Please just don't play with me, | |
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| It started innocent enough, | |
| I said Mr Man, that ain't nice, | |
| She hasn't heard of Zepplin, | |
| Maybe I'm down low, | |
| If your education brings you home | |
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| Always see it on TV, read it in the magazines | |
| I just can't wait for the weekend, because it gives me a reason | |
| And I'm up, down, | |
| I know the sun still shines when you're not around, | |
| Please don't mind what I'm trying to say, cause I'm, | |
| Drop the girl, | |
| Sitting in the back of my next class nappin', | |
| Let's sell all our ****, | |
| We were both 18 and it felt so right, | |
| I'm checking your pulse, I'm giving you air, | |
| Time's wasting, how much longer, | |
| You're all talk, you can't act like you're calling the shots | |
| Well daddy's little girl knows how to party, | |
| Well I picked you up, | |
| Say what you mean, tell me I'm right, | |
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