I've got a habits I know Of picking on your faults It fakes a lot to make you mad But if I tried I'm sure I would And if my Sunday gets too dull Would you allow me to be Awful, I mean miserable, impossible ? That's what friends are for I've noticed just by watching other people While they're talking to each other Since this party started I've been feeling pretty shaky Like a fish out of cold water In a glass of coca cola
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