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Have you seen my girl?
She's the one with the curly hair.
She was sitting just right over there,
now she's nowhere to be found.
I think she's mad at me.
I don't know why.
Maybe because I made her cry when I told her I was down.
As a gentleman I do everything I can
to be a law-abiding kind of energy,
yet stimulating all the while...
then she comes around.
I don't know why.
I always go too f***ing far
and end up puking on the bathroom tile, oh my!
She's tracking, she tracks me down, she's bound to drag me down.
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