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I have a history of loving all the wrong guys
In high school, we studied Stalin, said I love that guy
But I am cursed, oh yeah, I'm cursed all right
Oh, in high school we studied Marx, yeah, he had pretty eyes
But I wonder why and where we have to go
Where we have to go
Where do we go, whoa-oh-oh-oh?
And I have a tendency of biting my nails when I'm bored
I sit on my computer for nothing, writing, I'm so bored
But I am trapped beneath my bed, oh Lord
I sit on my computer for something to occupy my time
But I wonder why and where we have to go
Where we have to go
Where do we go, whoa-oh-oh-oh?
And I have a penalty that I like to pay at night
In high school, I got yelled at by one of the wrong guys
But I am first, oh yeah, I'm first in line
Oh, in college, someone told me that I have pretty eyes