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Smash Mouth The East Bay Sessions Trip Making faces from across the room Look at me looking at you What's your name, my name too I'm getting the chills sitting next to you Shake myself in your soul The blood in your veins The smell your clothes What am I suppose to do There's nothing left for me to choose Make my move or walk away Once again with out a date Is it me or do I smell I had a shower the other what the hell, is going on Just where do I belong I don't really care Get outta my hair, get outta my hair Smoke my cigarettes and drive my car Flick your ashes on my bedroom floor Wear my underwear, steal my shirts I think it's love and then you burp If I died you'd probably spit on my grave And date my friends the very next day Your always complaining that I'm not home When I try to call you on the telephone My pants are falling my socks don't fit I can't seem to walk with out having to trip over you Just what am I gonna do I don't really care Get outta my hair, get outta my head What is said, what is done I take it on the run I won't apologize I won't be telling lies How could you, why would you Take advantage of and leave me of my love Then leave Smash my windows and keyed my car And outta the blue you send a birthday card What's a man suppose to do When all I get is grieve from you Playing games and trashin' my Who could it be Hopefully nobody for me I don't really care Get outta my hair |
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