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I'm stuck on you,

And you're stuck on him,

Your stare of awe is something to die for...

So to be with you,

I have to hang with your loser boy,

Tell me again why you like him?

As he tells dick and fart jokes to his jock friends,

And stuffs lil jim in a locker,

Looks to me like he's got defects,

And so does your reason,

So when your thinking clears up...

I just might be gone,

A word of advice, think fast.