I hate your fucking boyfriend I wish that he was dead I hate your fucking boyfriend I'd like to smash his head Do you remember when it was the two of
Twenty-two-year-old in a convertible Driving fast he hit a cat and Killed him on the spot He went unchecked but there was nothing left Feeling bad he
You never talk to me She never talks to me What the hell am I supposed to do If she won't talk to me? One, two, three, four It wasn't fashion man No
Ok, let's see, I guess that I'll be brief It seems I've come to hate your guts When did you become a girl so thoroughly So goddamn thoroughly stuck-up
She picks out the ones with the biggest heads Grabs their shaft so tight all her fingers turn red They all make her feel so good Some little balls and
