Headlong, yeah I'm right, on the money
You carry on, but you rule me dummy
I'm going blind, I'm on the line
You gonna find me many wicked and wired
You call me "nerd" and you laugh at my face
Leave me blurred, out of the place
I'm not a drill, I keep it real
You're gonna find me probably weird
You want it smart, and I thought it was easy
I hit the bar, like I'm Eugene Kelly
You stand me down, making me clown
Your gang's gonna find me wicked and wired
You make me sick, when you spit on my brain
Losing my shit, while facing your friends
But still, I foot the bill
They gonna find me probably weird
I met a girl and I read on her lips
I like her world and the way she quips
She is so prime, one of a dime
She finds me really really liquid and fire
She want it true, you would say I'm lucky
I done goofed but I choose the foxy
I have no feel, I'm such a heel
She's gonna find me perfectly weird
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