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You

What a wicked little pest  you are 
Getting into minds and singing I love you 
Barney died to tell you the truth 
I buried him in my back yard with 
Bells and tulips 
He was gay,  I tell you
That mother fucker scared the hell
Out of me a time or two 
Anyways back to you 
That song doesn't make sense coming from you 
"Were a happy family" I don't even Like you fool 
That's all I have left, maybe I'll sing to you
You love you, you don't love me, 
We aren't no family 
With a great big  "you fucked up"
And a middle finger from me to you 
I won't say I love you to 
Yeaaaaaaa go me ;) 
Written by Gg78
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