You lie for the seventh time
Put your jacket on and say
Don't rile, we were always here
Never really liked your ways
You followed me home (I don't think so)
You're ungrateful (I'm not so sure of that)
You borrowed two books (I gave them back)
We loathe all your petty ways
And the piercings in your nose
And when someone finds you wrong
How your indignation shows
You followed me home (I don't think so)
You're ungrateful (I'm not so sure of that)
You borrowed two books (I gave them back)

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