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Headlong, yeah I'm right, on the money You carry on, but you rule me dummy I'm going blind, I'm on the line You gonna find me many wicked and wired You call me "nerd" and you laugh at my face Leave me blurred, out of the place I'm not a drill, I keep it real You're gonna find me probably weird You want it smart, and I thought it was easy I hit the bar, like I'm Eugene Kelly You stand me down, making me clown Your gang's gonna find me wicked and wired You make me sick, when you spit on my brain Losing my shit, while facing your friends But still, I foot the bill They gonna find me probably weird I met a girl and I read on her lips I like her world and the way she quips She is so prime, one of a dime She finds me really really liquid and fire She want it true, you would say I'm lucky I done goofed but I choose the foxy I have no feel, I'm such a heel She's gonna find me perfectly weird From Letras Mania