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Sewing With Nancie Take A Look At Yourself

Holding the phone By myself all alone Call me up, call me up girlfriend There's no seventh degree On my caller I.D. Call me up if you can, girlfriend

He's back, and he's a big shot, baby on a rampage kickin' in the pit. He's on attack. He drinks a beer, kicks an ass, every day it's the same old shit

Hello friend, can i please use your pen. The space is small, but words can last a long time (long time). Same three chords, maybe i'm just bored, Maybe i'm a

naive. Every good thing must come to an end. How was your conversation with my last ex-girlfriend? Visor so low that you can't see, And if your phone looks

what's up? For me, shut up. 555-1212 That is what i think of you. It's just a boring convo through and through. Take a hint, take a hint, take a hint, take a

Starbucks sucks! Tastes like piss and costs big bucks, I hate Starbucks, Starbucks sucks. Tastes like piss and costs big bucks, I hate Starbucks, Starubucks

fate, on thy radio. [Chorus] I can see that it's true Things are better off with you But I'll be here, so stand in line 'Cause sincerity takes time