Go and take a to a shop in Grant Park You can walk through the door and shove the knife in her When you tell her that you can't stand the song The one you two on the prom dance floor
You can be a Tom Cruise and a big scene Or be MacGyver and cut it clean Either way there's be blood on the floor you tell her that you don't dig girls anymore
Anymore,
Here's a story about a singer named Jed Yeah he caught his with a woman in bed And, they were watching love line with a bottle of Having a like it's 1999
So he threw down the movies and he had a attack He jumped in the ocean, he never swam They just there naked except for their socks Feeling cheaper than the in a cracker jack box I don't think really gonna wanna rock anymore
Anymore, (I can't it, I can't believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't it, I can't believe it)
Check the exposure, something's wrong this picture I can't see the truth all of the dirty lines the exposure something's wrong with this picture All in all your lose your mind
There's a story that you're gonna adore It's kinda like the lost on the cutting room floor all fun and games 'til you get a black eye You're in the sewer asking all the rats why
You can live in love and lie and cheat if you wish, but you about as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house with a door With cigarette butts all the floor I don't think my stomach's take anymore
Anymore, (I believe it, I can't believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't it, I can't believe it)
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