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It's taking you ages | You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages | But one text or two would be nice
It's taking you ages You still don't get the hint, I'm not asking for pages But one text or two would be nice And, please, don't pull those faces When I've been out working my arse off all day It's just one bottle of wine or two But, hey, you can't even talk You smoke weed just to help you sleep Then why you out gettin' stoned at 4 o'clock? And then you come home to me And don't say hello 'Cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes 'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot 'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot And don't say hello 'Cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes And don't say hello 'Cause I got high again And forgot to fold my clothes 'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean You told me, "Get a job", then you ask where the hell I've been And I'm too perfect till I open my big mouth I want to be me, is that not allowed? And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month And I'm too perfect till I show you that I'm not A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot You hate the fucking lot (You hate the fucking lot) (You hate the fucking lot)
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