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Who are the girls, I hear all these songs about?
They make them up, those girls don’t come around.
Songs I love, about meaningless relations.
Sappy bullshit and heartless bastards, weather men and chronic asthma.
I can sing about breakfast lunch and dinner,
I can be mean and cuss just another sinner,
We can play loud and fast all fucking summer,
When the winter comes the jams just get louder.
Who are the boys, that tear these little girl hearts out?
They sound like 9th grade high school drop outs.
I don’t mean to poke fun at any of them.
Tired hooks and endless romance, a story I have yet to witness.
I can sing about breakfast lunch and dinner,
I can be mean and cuss just another sinner,
We can play loud and fast all fucking summer,
When the winter comes the jams just get louder.
My inexperience, has led to boring riffs, or am I really just the only one who’s being honest?
My inexperience, has led to boring riffs, or am I really just the only one who’s being honest?
I can sing about breakfast lunch and dinner,
I can be mean and cuss just another sinner,
We can play loud and fast all fucking summer,
When the winter comes the jams just get louder.
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