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i'm tired thinking 'bout the taste of her lips they're like the sour grapes in my fruit salad she drives a space ship she drives a monster truck too much of charm and i'm lying in our dumb luck i think she's beautiful i haven't told her yet maybe i will after probably one more drink she's got a boyfriend i heard she hates him i think i'm dyin' here, i think i'm dyin' here i'm tired thinking 'bout a way to look cool but she sees through me, she knows i'm not a superstar she's got some issues but i've got some too i know she's broken if she needs a fix i'll be her tool Letras de cancionesi'm tired thinking 'bout the taste of her lips they're like the sour grapes in my fruit salad she drives me crazy, she makes me look dumb when i get up from staring at her from across the room From Letras Mania