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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2002 Dec 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.12.03.10.15041]] |
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It's going to be one of those days I can tell Pure hell From the moment I left And the bus driver started to moan And I got into to work And already they're calling on the phone And that little bitch in reception Is hyped cus you sent her mail And outside it's still blowing a gale And my inbox is empty And you're looking damn fine And I just know you are leaving Oh well you never were quite mine And the dirty old pervert Is already knocking on my door And my hangover is still there From that late night before And I'm looking for a reason Just to catch another glance But everyone keeps hounding me I won't get the chance And I'm cursing your name And everyone else's too But it would all go away, If I just had you. |