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Fruit of My Labor (Gone)
Early Monday morning
She accidentally broke my flatscreen
I couldn't even spare a glance
Told her to get lost
She looked on in shock
As I tried taping you back together
My eyebrow looking sinister
I wouldn't forget it
This is my baby
Me and her are forever
You'll always be in second place
This is my first love
I'd stay up with her all night
And I can't stand buying another one
It was predetermined
That dumb girl knocking you over
She wants me for herself
That won't happen
I'll bury you outside
Under that oak tree in my yard
Leave a nice little marker
And it will read
This is my baby
Me and her are forever
You'll always be in second place
This is my first love
I'd stay up with her all night
And I can't stand buying another one
It's been one year
And I've finally said it's alright
Took a lot of begging and some kissing
Not that I was counting
I'm still complaining
About missing you everyday
My new one certainly can't compare
I miss the sport package
She was my baby
I think about her from Cancun
Where I'm stuck with last year's model
She's my last desire
I drink beer beside her grave
Couldn't stand buying me another one
She accidentally broke my flatscreen
I couldn't even spare a glance
Told her to get lost
She looked on in shock
As I tried taping you back together
My eyebrow looking sinister
I wouldn't forget it
This is my baby
Me and her are forever
You'll always be in second place
This is my first love
I'd stay up with her all night
And I can't stand buying another one
It was predetermined
That dumb girl knocking you over
She wants me for herself
That won't happen
I'll bury you outside
Under that oak tree in my yard
Leave a nice little marker
And it will read
This is my baby
Me and her are forever
You'll always be in second place
This is my first love
I'd stay up with her all night
And I can't stand buying another one
It's been one year
And I've finally said it's alright
Took a lot of begging and some kissing
Not that I was counting
I'm still complaining
About missing you everyday
My new one certainly can't compare
I miss the sport package
She was my baby
I think about her from Cancun
Where I'm stuck with last year's model
She's my last desire
I drink beer beside her grave
Couldn't stand buying me another one
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