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yup, its another one. this one isnt emo i promise. it's supposed to be pop-punk.


Walk right in without a care
Puff up my chest,
cuz the girls all stare
What I didn't know
was my fly was down, TP on my heel
What you don't get though,
is this really isn't rare

Cuz I'm a fuckin loser baby
So how bout you maybe
Try and see past what I'm not
and look at what I've got

Sit down all embarassed,
cuz I know what I am
Stifle the thoughts and try not to stare at
that girl in the corner
who leaves me at half staff
She sees me and smiles,
I wonder, does she know?

That I'm a fuckin loser baby
So how bout you maybe
Try and see past what I'm not
and look at what I've got

But over she walked
and for an hour we talked
She said so much
and I looked, but didnt touch
She asked to go home together,
but what I've come to gather...

Is I'm a fuckin loser baby,
but you're fuckin crazy
From your cats to taylor swift,
I hate all of that shit

But I'll take you home anyway
cuz I need a good lay

I said I'll take you home anyway
cuz I need a good lay



probably lame, i know