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Get up, get upCome on, come on, lets go
There’s just a few thingsI think that you should know
Those words at best
Were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
And too many pronouns
Stop it, come on
You’re not making sense now
You can’t make them want you
They’re all just laughing

Literate and stylish
Kissable and quiet
Well that’s what girls dreams are made of
And that’s all you need to know
You have it or you don’t
You have it or you

You have it you know
You see how much time you’re wastin?
You’re coward of seperatin
Stop it, come on
You know I can’t help itI
got the micAnd you got the mosh pit
What will it take
To make you admit that you were wrong?
Was his demise so carefully constructed?
Well let’s just say I got what I wanted
Cause in the end it’s always the same

Literate and stylish
Kissable and quiet
Well that’s what girls dreams are made of
And that’s all you need to know
You have it or you don’t
You have it or you don’t

This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
Down the barrel of a gun (gun,gun)
Remind me not to ever act this way again
This is you trying hard toMake sure that you’re seen
With a girl on your arm
And your heart on your sleeve
Remind me not to ever think of you again

Rest the weight
You’ve had your chance and folded
So hold your breath
Because you’ll only make things worse