Met a girl, introduced myself
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And 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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What my friends might say
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Oh, 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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And I just laughed ? what else could I do?
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Just then her friend chimed in, singin' "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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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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And I've rehearsed a little speech
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I haven't practiced what I preach
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But she was easily impressed
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And I was bad, I was weak
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And my conscience sprung a leak
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And now it's time that I confessed
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I'd like to move out of this place
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Change my name, maybe get a new face
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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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Sleep all day, stay up all night
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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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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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Metarie (Wellfed Version)
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Brendan Benson |