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Customer
Customer
Maybe I’ll regret this
my decision to
live without you
I’ll pack but don’t think that
I won’t be sending money back
trust me you’ve lost the
absolutely best thing you ever had
because with that damn fool in my bed
I’m left with the feeling of rads
Maybe I’ll regret this but I’m not coming back
Maybe I’ll cry
I might just fucking die
‘cause we both know you're the reason
why did I fall for this
how could I think that
you would ever know
I won’t ever find
this long forgotten
choice leads to worse things
Maybe I’ll cry before I die
Maybe it’ll get better
did you see what I did
I made it a joke
because what I really want
is for you to choke
but all I can do is look
for the lock stop looking
at the cock just because it’s there
whores like beef, pork, and chicken
Maybe lies will make it better
Maybe she’ll leave me be
forget me and her smile
that comes from cranking the rack
I won’t be another in the pile
don’t throw me in a sack
I’m too intuitive
to go through with it
I’m not your’s to sell
like Sally with her shells
Maybe she’ll see I’m not her customer anymore
Maybe I’ll regret this
my decision to
live without you
I’ll pack but don’t think that
I won’t be sending money back
trust me you’ve lost the
absolutely best thing you ever had
because with that damn fool in my bed
I’m left with the feeling of rads
Maybe I’ll regret this but I’m not coming back
Maybe I’ll cry
I might just fucking die
‘cause we both know you're the reason
why did I fall for this
how could I think that
you would ever know
I won’t ever find
this long forgotten
choice leads to worse things
Maybe I’ll cry before I die
Maybe it’ll get better
did you see what I did
I made it a joke
because what I really want
is for you to choke
but all I can do is look
for the lock stop looking
at the cock just because it’s there
whores like beef, pork, and chicken
Maybe lies will make it better
Maybe she’ll leave me be
forget me and her smile
that comes from cranking the rack
I won’t be another in the pile
don’t throw me in a sack
I’m too intuitive
to go through with it
I’m not your’s to sell
like Sally with her shells
Maybe she’ll see I’m not her customer anymore
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