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(What the fuck?) I can't explain what I don't know I'm not smart at all I got upset and wrote a poem If you care at all I want this girl to think I'm pretty Life's not fair at all I miss her when I'm in the city Will she ever call? Oh I find my comfort when I'm all alone I know One day I'll move away and start a home Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Are you sick of me? Missing her makes me ache Oh my God, the pain I can't explain what I don't know I'm not smart at all I got upset and wrote a poem If you care at all I want this girl to think I'm pretty Life's not fair at all I miss her when I'm in the city Will she ever call? What would you say If I called you today And I said: My girl, can we go on a date? Would you laugh in my face Or pull up to my place 'Cause I'm nervous to say that I'm wanting you Pace around in the parking lot And I hear a sound Which is far too loud To be normal What the fuck was that noise? Oh, she shot herself