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*** Bait 'n Tackle ***
Call you up, cut you down
Talk about you when you're not around
Call their house tell them they're great
But you can never get a date
Take your money, take your time
End feeling just like slime
Bum them rides buy them cigs
Why are we the ones called pigs?
You meet a special girl
No one like her in the world
This stupid game no one ever wins
And all she can say is, "Jeepers (name), we're such great friends!"
Guys like you don't grow on trees, I only like girls who don't like me
Whoa, whoa
Lead you on, turn you on
Like it when you write them songs
It's all a waste, all in vain
After them you're not the same
A little crazy, a little insane
But at first she seemed quite tame
Now I'm locked inside her cage
Locked up in hormonal rage
My friends say there are other fish in the sea
I just want one to come and catch me
The guys who are assholes, they get in there fast
You know that it's true and that nice guys finish last
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