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I know that you don't love me I know you hate my guts I know the nasty things you say About me, to those sluts Well, maybe I'm a weasel Maybe I'm a liar Maybe I'm a skinny punk Who couldn't change a tire I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby I've always been this pasty I've always been this shape I'm just a teensy-weensy thing Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby You know that you could train me You know I'd sit and beg But you think I'm just a dirty dog That tried to hump that pretty leg I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby From Letras Mania