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Published: 2009-07-17 21:15:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 119; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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I met a girl once who told me she loved meThen I met one who really did.
It's cruel, cruel, cruel that you're ripped away from me
I give props to those
Who can maintain a thousand miles
My thoughts to those
At the gentleman's clubs
It must be sad to know you're paying for a tease
'Cause you'll never have this, no,
You'll never see what's free
Forgotten conversations about what you mean to me
Diligent arrangements of deceitless flattery
What you want
What you got
Never came so easily
He bites into that cool, cool, cool menthol summer breeze
Shes' so far away
At some latenight sleaze
Motel Six,
That's really a place to be
I hope you know that will probably be
Where we spend all our nights
Grasping at the sheets
I'm a tool, tool, tool
And all yours to keep.
So we can spin around the pavement,
But we'll still step on the cracks
We can stay up long past midnight
Making bullshit cracks
We can talk all we want
But we've got what we need
It's a long, long way
From the ground to our knees
It's cruel, cruel, cruel that you're ripped away from me
I give props to those
Who can maintain a thousand miles
My thoughts to those
At the gentleman's clubs
It must be sad to know that you're still paying for a tease
And he's a fool, fool, fool
For fantasies like these
She's got all she wants
And that's all that they'll need
It's cruel, cruel, cruel
That we keep getting ripped at the seam
I give props to those that can make it work over the seas
But they'll have more than enough time
To make up poor dreams.
I met a girl once who told me she loved me
Then I met one who really did.
