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Girls like you got it out for me
With their dark short hair
And their ripped blue jeans
Girls like you got it out for me
Oh damn
Wanted her to smoke me like a cigarette
Wanted her to mix her coffee with my blood
Wanted her to throw me on the interstate (what?)
Wanted her to pick the pieces up
Wanted her to glue me together
Wanted her to resurrect my soul
Wanted her to do her science on my lifeless body
Like the Rocky Horror Show
Oh no, oh no
Girls like you got it out for me
With their dark short hair and their ripped jeans
Girls like you got it out for me
Oh damn
Must be the chemicals, chemicals
Wanted her to talk to my therapist
Wanted her to burn my CBT file
Wanted her to wear the suit that she was wearing
And then ruin my life
If we were at a bar I would buy a round
If she were a nurse I would need a stitch
If we were at her place I guess I'd tone it down
But if she were a plane, I would charter that bitch
Oh no, oh no
Girls like you got it out for me
With their dark short hair and their ripped jeans
Girls like you got it out for me
Oh damn
Must be the chemicals, chemicals
Girls like you got it out for me
With their dark short hair and their ripped jeans
Girls like you got it out for me
Oh damn
Must be the chemicals, chemicals
Must be the chemicals
It's all I ever think about
Girls like you got it out for me
With their dark short hair and their ripped jeans
Girls like you got it out for me
Oh damn
Must be the chemicals, chemicals
Girls like you got it out for me
With their dark short hair and their ripped jeans
Girls like you got it out for me
Oh damn
Must be the chemicals, chemicals
Must be the chemicals, chemicals
Must be the chemicals, chemicals