Do you remember your dreams
Or anything in between
Never really had the brains
You hardly knew my name
You're a sinking ship.
But i'm a crashing plane
And i'm crashing right in to you.
The stories tell me
To never play with fire
But here I am
Lighting us a flame
Now we're brunt out
We're dead and i don't care
Set fire to your hair
When you told me what to wear
One thing to think about
Never stop to pout
Cause some guy will come
Take you off your feet
They'll leave you high and dry
And you'll begin to cry
Start all over again
Then you'll be dead
And when they start saying
"I Wish You Were A Virgin"
Kick them in the groin.
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