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From the Album:
* No promises no debts
Im not into false feelins of self-pity
And I dont cry that much
But I feel like a cripple
Little orphan thats lost his little crutch
Isnt it true shes lyin suicidal fool
Always testin her luck
And when Im with her
I wanna be without her again
As soon as I can before I get stuck
Need her to make my life more complicated
Need her to get myself all constipated
Need her like a knife stickin in my back
Need her to get me off the right track
I need her chokin me to the death
Missles and rockets hidden in her pockets
And Im tryin to stay out a range
But she says Im an amateuristic son of a b*tch
And she scores another point again
When she slams the door behind her
And I know I wont see her for at least another month or so
My blood starts boilin and I feel like screamin
That I godd*mn need her so
But when Im with her
I wanna be without her again
As soon as I can
Thats the way it always goes with Anita