More by Vivian Cook
Your girlfriend, she hates me
Cause everybody knows, you tried to date me, and she,
Thinks I made you cheat, well, I think that’s kind of sweet
Cause we both know I’d be blackout every time I let you get down,
So I can play the whore, but girl you know you want me
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Yeah, see that indie chick in the the front row?
Yeah, she been puttin’ on quite the show
Tryin’ to get the front man to notice her
And I’m up against the wall with the drummer from the opener
Oh, tell me again how you’re
So insane, do so many drugs, are in so much pain, baby
Don’t you know all girls want are arms and rhythm?
Then you’ll have ‘em screamin
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So now it’s just you and me driving on kombucha, coke and oxy
Are you ready for what you came here to see?
Cause we both know you’ve been tryin’ to read my mind, but
You straight exhausted all the options of what you might find
Cause I know why the raven cried
Never more
Never ever more
Never ever ever ever ever more, more
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