Texty: Blink 182. Does My Breath Smell?.

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Who makes up all the rules about those girls I want
Who tells them all to laugh, who tells them all to talk about me
And I'm not sure what my purpose is for being here
Why do they (X2)
Always kick me in the groin when I come near
And I'm not complaining it just hurts after a bit

I don't know what I'm feeling, I'm just so sick of seeing
All those dumb, lame, and retarded broads
Who often just sit kick back as I am not so relaxed
I often wonder why they act so odd

No worse a time when it's just your time
To think you should make your move
It doesn't work, as you're just a jerk
With no excuse

What about that situation, all night procrastination
Takes you to the point when you lead her to her door
There is nothing left there to say, I guess you best be on your way
But before you go you got to do that chore

No worse a time when it's just your time
To think you should make your move
It doesn't work, as you're just a jerk
With no excuse

Please won't you buy in
I'm always trying
I keep on trying
There's only so much pride that I can lose
I hope that when you see me
Don't see right through me
Come on now, honestly
I'm so sick of ending up without a clue