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M.C. say she don't like bringing nobody down.
She's the drama queen that sent us screaming back to town.
Maybe she's better when I'm better.
Maybe she ain't so strange.
Baby, you ain't as real as the fiction that you read,
And we're all better off leaving Miriam behind.
The nervous twitch that shook my eye is nearly gone.
Though I never really thought that you were truly dangerous,
It's just better for us if you stay behind.
Baby, you ain't the daughter of Mark Twain and Ayn Rand,
Like you stated in your press release to your imaginary fans.
Maybe you'll go as far as you say.
Maybe we'll see you in L.A.,
But, for now, I hope that you stay right where you are.
Maybe she's better when I'm better.
Maybe she ain't so strange.
Baby, you ain't as real
As the fiction that you read.