(Benson/Falkner)
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Met a girl, introduced myself
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I asked her go to with me and no one else
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And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday
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But I'm afraid of what my friends might say
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You need a bath, and your clothes are wrong
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You're not my type; I can tell we wouldn't get along."
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I just laughed ? what else could I do?
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Just then her friends chimed in, sayin' "Get a clue.
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Get a life, put it in your song." (Put it in your song)
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There's something I've been meaning to say to you
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I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue
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I'd had enough; I couldn't take it anymore, yeah
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So I turned and I ran straight for the door
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Bought some mags on my way home
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For later on, ya know, when I'm all alone
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Bottle of wine and some cigarettes
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A racing form, maybe, maybe I'll make some bets
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I know a guy lives in Los Angeles
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Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous
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I'd like to move out of this place
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Change my name, get a new face
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Get a life, put it in my song
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There's something I've been meaning to say to you
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I've run out of gas and I'm stuck like glue
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I'd like to move out of this place (Ah)
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Change my name, maybe get a new face (Ah)
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Sleep all day, stay up all night (Ah), yeah
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Everybody I meet thinks I'm alright (Ah)
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Get a life.
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Metarie
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Brendan Benson |