She listens to Yellowcard just to fit in with her friends, cos,
They all know all the words,
So she sings along just to click with them and,
She tries to straighten her naturally curly hair but,
It don't work, oh no it don't, it just looks like a pile of shite on top of her head
Well yes, yes, yes, I'm banging on about her again,
Cos I can't get those things she's been saying, off my brain,
And this time I ain't mentioning no names,
Cos that would make it too damn obvious
She helps out all the drunks who don't really want to know just,
So she looks like some kind of Good Samaritan and,
She gets her friends to break up her enemies girlfriends and boyfriends,
And that kind of thing that they've got going on
Well yes, yes, yes, I'm banging on about her again,
Cos I can't get them things she's been saying, off my brain,
And this time I ain't mentioning no names,
Cos that would make it too damn obvious
Well she used have a lot of love,
But I reckon she fucked it up and,
I reckon she was one of those over possevive types of girl, comes up to her man,
Calls out 'SAM' and she turns all catty, hisses and scratches them away,
Oh yes, yes, yes, I'm banging on about her again,
Cos I can't get them things she's been saying, off my brain,
And this time I ain't mentioning no names,
Cos that would make it too damn obvious
Well yes, yes, yes, I'm banging on about her again,
Cos I can't get them things she's been saying, off my brain,
And this time I ain't mentioning no names,
Cos that would make it too damn obvious
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