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When I had
All of my friends
Over for dinner
I declared a winner
To a game that
No one was playing

It was you
Yeah, it was you

When I stood up
Stared into your eyes
Everyone
Started to run
To avoid the
Inevitible-em
barrassment
I would incur

Oooooh
Like a rolling stone
My brain was a mess
My tongue was on fire
My heart wouldn't rest

I coughed up a hairball
It fell into your food
You stood up to leave
I said it was too soon
But you gave
Gave me the finger
Walked on out
Yeah, then you walked on out