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I gotta go Thats what he said
I gotta get right outta your bed
I wish that I had said it first
I wanna die; this is so much worse
Im just a girl from Texas
I aint nothing but a hick
I like to smoke, cuss, and gamble
And drink till Im sick
I find none of this a problem
I wake up good as new
I stick it to the man
But I wasnt ready for you (and your psychadoolie voodoo)
I dont know why I started
I dont need another friend
But this one plays guitar
Like the worlds about to end
He took me out at the knees
Hes got a song on the charts
I give it two weeks
Before he breaks my heart
I even like the way he smells
Oh, youre screwed Missi
I like you too much
I aint gonna lie
I like you too much
Your skin makes me high
I like you too much
Good Lord Im gonna die
I know youll make me cry
Again and again and again
I gotta go Thats what he said
I gotta get right outta your bed
I wish that I had said it first
I wanna die; heres the second verse
Im gonna have to drink
More than before
Smoke, cuss, and gamble
Like Im at war
Kiss another string of cowboys
Maybe even a Jew** (Missis dream is to marry a Jewish man)
Ride a Pakistani
I wanna forget about you
I like you too much
I aint gonna lie
I like you too much
Your skin makes me high
I like you too much
Good Lord Im gonna die
I know youll make me cry
Again and again and again
I dont need another friend
She dont need another friend boys