Kiss my ass, you don't know jack
And if you say you understand, you don't
You don't
Fuck me, only when I'm keen
Not according to your beer
Your beer
So let me be what I've wanted to be
Let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to
I haven't found myself so comfortable
I'm not stopping now
Touch me if you mean it
Because I'm getting tired of being all alone
All alone
If it's not for you guess I'll find it on my own
Let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to
I haven't found myself so comfortable
I'm not stopping now
Think I'd be better off alone
Have some time to think
I've had to put up with your shit
When you're not even that cute
And maybe it's time to change my ways
But that doesn't include you
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