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I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself, don't get much funCoz my loins are smoking like the barrel of a gunAgitated beyond belief, frustrated feelingsI think I must be cracking up, my ears begin to ringNah nah, na na na nahWhy do you let me down when I wanna play?There's nothing whatsoever that I can do or sayYou're a selfish fool and you're making me feel sadyou're always pretty placid when you should be standing proudSit back, relax, there's a chick in the sack so calm down, you gotta clam down, calm downTell me why I am a failure for as long as I rememberWill I ever over and shoot my target like a gun?I know I'm weak, frustrated, this I know but all I need isPushing, pulling, digging, sweatingTaste your assShe says I do not love her, a lack of desireWhen I disagree she looks at me and then calls me a liarThey say a man's brain's situated between the legsWell if that's true, then whoopy doo, I guess I am brain dead From Letras Mania