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I found these lyrics on my phone just the other day and remembered that I wrote them about a year ago. The original was pretty rough, and well its still pretty rough. What I was going for was going for was something that sounded like bowling for soup or maybe blink. Not sure how you all feel about that genre of music or anything related to that lol. I think the title definitely needs to be changed. But here it is.

Gotta run
Gotta hide
Oh hell no
Its too late

Shes gonna get you
shes gonna chase you down

You'll know her by her bleach stained tank top
really short jean shorts
pitiful eyes
and really cheap perfume

Don't let her trap you
Don't let her grab you

Oh shit, shes right there!

Gotta run
Gotta hide
Oh hell no
It's too late

She'll tie you up with her twisting words
and her pity love stories

You'll know her by her bleach stained tank top
really short jean shorts
pitiful eyes
and really cheap perfume

Take my warning
Fell for it once
Fell for it twice
Now I'm really screwed