You have to be kidding me
It must be buried three inches deep
And no one is here to help dig it out
And, I am not suprised because they will no doubt take your word
("Everyone loves juicy gossip")
So I guess I'll just sleep it off (On my stomach of course)
And whenI see you next I'll kill you with a smile
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Send "Faith In The Faux" Ringtone to your Cell
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