Verse one, he was pissed, an excuse that you probably missed 'Cause his smile and his grace made your skirt ride high
Verse two, still drunk and his breath most definitely stunk Of the lies and the shite he was spitting out
So won't you throw his song away Won't you throw his song away Won't you throw his song away
Verse three, is the verse that'll make you smile And if you're able to hold back the bile and just kiss his hairy ear
Verse four is as sad as a man ever gets Is a verse built to open your legs If you don't, if you don't, he'll retire
You, you deserve higher than I can sing Deserve lower than the trumpet can swing Me, I'm beyond all that ism and blues I'm beyond all that, I always lose
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