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(You suck.) I'm sitting in the penalty box of love. I'm looking at that scoreboard above me. She's sitting in the stands. I see her. She sees me. We're watching the game. She's the referee's daughter and I oughta, i oughta take the time to talk. I may not like her father, (He's a jerk.)but I oughta, and I oughta. The rink's so cold. Growing old but, I won't skate alone today. She must like not like to ski, 'cause every weekend she's watching me.She sees the fire in my stride. She's the referee's daughter. and I oughta, I oughta take the time to talk. From Letras Mania