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Cause it can be bad
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To make people mad
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Unless they call you Brad
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which might be really sad
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like when your blind dates kid says, 'are you my dad?'
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*sidebar* LMAO
-new stanza- so you gotta turn and knock the brat out |
because he's driving you crazy with all of his pouts
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And you have to wonder why he's not on his paper route
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then your mind fills with doubt
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as you remember what being a kid was all about.
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which is having fun and making out
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and wondering what the world is all about
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-new stanza-
So your forget the kid and go on the blind date |
to the restaurant that's past the gate
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and make sure that you are not late
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or else you'll have to sit on crates
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and you'll probably face a lot of hate
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and you certainly won't be going home to mate.
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cuz you'll be wearing what was on your plate
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but it'll work out if it's fate
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He said that he ate
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before he went on a date
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her gut was big and great, so he asked her whats her weight
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Then with a sigh, she looked deep in his eyes and smashed his head with her dessert plate!
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*new stanza*
so his head was split wide open |
and she had a big old hide
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most people were thinking she would never be a bride.
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Not with all that rage inside
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So she just ate some eggs she'd fried
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And reflected on her life and sighed
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about Her life got Blown sky High
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and she could just die
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especially if she gets hit with a pie
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so she just sat down and let out a big sigh
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im so bored i could eat you sheet cake
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or buy a chanel bag, or at least a fake
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go to the store and buy a shake
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or just watch the sunset by the lake
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But some people might think I'm a "flake".
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Particularly when I grab my brand-new rake.
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