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Sorry Mom...
00:29
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Pez Dispenser
03:16
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So, I heard she's going out on a Friday night
That girl smiles brighter than every star in the sky
Her name is so sweet, just like my favourite candy
But I heard she's hanging out with our drummer Scotty
CHORUS:
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Hey Pez, lets get drunk and we can watch MacGyver
And I know deep inside she wants me inside her
We could have been best friends, don't you fucking know that?
Just like Say Anything, I could have been your John Cusack
CHORUS:
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
BRIDGE:
And every time he comes over (Pez, I fucking love you)
Too scared to talk if he's still sober (Even though you fucking hate me)
He's really good at holding hands (Oh, Pez, why won't you date me?)
This is not a joke, I really do like you (can I come over?)
CHORUS:
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me (She's fucking hot, she's sucking cock, she fucking hates me)
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me (She's fucking hot, she's sucking cock, she fucking hates me)
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me (She's fucking hot, she's sucking cock, she fucking hates me)
Bryce's roommate fucking hates me (She's fucking hot, she's sucking cock)
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3. |
@amandabynes
03:03
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'She's the Man' was my second favourite soccer film
Only next to 'Ladybugs' starring Rodney Dangerfield
I used to get drunk and pass out to 'What I Like About You'
'What A Girl Wants' and 'Hairspray' were living fucking proof
I don’t care what you said on Twitter, baby
I don’t care, no, I don't give a shit
CHORUS:
'Cause I don’t remember much of my teenage years
But I still want Amanda so fucking bad it hurts
And she doesn't know
That's why she won’t
Return my phone calls
Or read my tweets
If she would only give me some time
But Amanda...
You got into drugs and showed your titties to the world
But you'll always be 'All That' and my favourite fucking girl
You're the only one that I love more than Emma Stone
If it's so easy, A, why won't you just pick up the phone?
I don’t care what you said on Twitter, baby
I don’t care, no, I don't give a shit
CHORUS:
'Cause I don’t remember much of my teenage years
But I still want Amanda so fucking bad it hurts
And she doesn't know
That's why she won’t
Go to my bands shows
Or reply to my tweets
If she would only give me some time
But Amanda...
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
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4. |
Crotch Rot
01:44
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Sitting in the health unit
Well, this is fucking great
All I ever wanted
Was a dinner movie date
But after a few drinks
One thing lead to another
She told me she was horny
And we headed for the covers
But how was I to know that
She'd give me the itch
How was I to know
I'd get herpes from this bitch
CHORUS:
And now I'm itching all day
And scratching all night
Applying lots of lotion
So I can feel alright
Why'd I even fuck that chick?
She wasn't even hot
Now I have to live here
With this fucking crotch rot
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5. |
Uma Thurman Haircut
03:30
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Dear god, for once, just let me have this one
Dear god, for once, don't blame it on bad luck
She's perfect and brilliant
A lost, hopeless cynic
Like me, like me
She spells 'realize' the British way
And I never realized that I could ever feel so lame
Now she hangs out in my head all day
Her endearing social presence will be the death of me
CHORUS:
Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Today, the sun, just wouldn't come out
And what's worse is I'm into Modest Mouse
I'm growing impatient
Praying that she's waiting
For me, you'll see
I'm hoping she's hopeless like me
CHORUS:
Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Oh, won't you please come back to me?
Oh, won't you please come back to me?
But she'll never change
And everyone knows that
With her dark red lips
And those shaking hands
Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands
And her love for indie rock bands
Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands
Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands
She spells 'realize' the British way (Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands)
And I never realized that I could ever feel so lame (Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands)
Now she hangs out in my head all day (Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands)
Her endearing social presence will be the death of me (Oh, I'll miss those shaking hands)
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6. |
Pony Boy
01:21
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After four drinks I'm sleeping alone on friday night
Inspiration I'm taking from songs I didn't write
I'll joy down some name of a girl I wish I knew
but I'm at the conclusion, they're always for you
You'd think after 10 years, that maybe I'd grow up
And give up this bullshit, like life's so fucking tough
Shave this dumb haircut and loosen up my jeans
And stop writing love songs so my nuts can finally breath
Do you remember, when I got here last September
And I told you this was worth it, this whole thing was worth it
Well we made it through the winter and despite how fucking bitter
You're still worth it.
I can't grow out of you,
And I don't think I want to
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