You've got a smile too lucky,
Unrestrained, malevolent.
Baby, you know I like ye,
Want you to be my friend.
Nobody likes me,
Nobody wants me,
Stop this insanity...
Curse on my poor blockhead —
Lost opportunity.
I belonga to you no longer,
You no longer belonga to me.
Baby, you know, that I'm growing stronger —
Strong as no one can be!
Nobody likes me,
Nobody wants me,
Stop this insanity...
Curse on my poor blockhead —
Lost opportunity.
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