Breakfast at 11pm

We're like Alley and Emilio

Screaming what we don't mean

"Go Away" so I can hide

And then getting right to the point, knowing anyway



'Cept I've half the problems

And twice the jock

You're twice the woman

And half the weird



But I bet you dance like she does

And I stare like he does

But I like you better when you're not made-up

And you love me in a beater



In the end..we both say the same thing

"Don't you...forget about me"

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