Do not think it hurts me bad It doesn't hurt me none It does not mean anything I'm fondling this gun And I don't hurt that bad And I don't miss you I don't eat alone Wishing I was eating with two It's like a sad movie They always get high ratings
In fact I feel like celebrating I feel like celebrating
And do not think I ever thought that This would really work It was just sort of a casual thing Like trying on a shirt I don't sit home slone and stare At your picture wishing that You were still there I never get lonely In fact I'm probably masturbating
In fact I feel like celebrating I feel like celebrating
Oh goody! oh joy! I'm finally free I no longer have to sit through Your mother's casserole recipes Oh joy! glee! I'm finally free
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