Blink-182 - Dysentery Gary (1999 Enema of the State) | Текст песни

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Got a lotta heartache
He's a fucken weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Wanna make a deal
Cause I love your little motions
You with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail

Hes a player, diarrhea giver, trying to grow his hair out
'Cause his friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm giving up
She found someone
Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag

So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
You'll come back to me maybe
I'll shower you with lies
Got a lotta heartache
Hes a fucken weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the guy that makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
Fuck the guy who took her and ran away

Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm giving up
She found someone
There's plenty more, girls are such a drag

Fuck this place, I lost the war
I hate you all
Your mom's a whore
Where's my dog?, cause girls are such a drag

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