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I wake up in the morning

I can't get out of bed

I turn on the tv

And this is what they said



Pop singers are acting

very fucking lame

There bodies get them popular

In this fucking game



I try to go to school

But I cannot concentrate

I make my way to the hall

I fall and can't get a date



Pop singers are the problems

To my fucking pain

There Bodies make us boys

Very fucking Tamed



I hate to see other girls

Trying to be so sweet

It seems that every girl

Doesn't want to date a freak