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You're a real party girl
with some R&R in your hand
Marlboros between your breasts
My leather jacket smells a bit like you
My heart beats to the pit pat sound of your feet
The shitty party is fogging up my glasses again
My own self concious is beating out my chest and then
I think its better than sitting inside jacking off
Your black hair is like black hair, pulled up, not enough
Want to see it running through my finger tips
Trying not to be that guy trying get you to fuck me
I'm not that kinda guy you see
I'm not some kinda sleezy bro, drunk, pissed pants, sweaty
Hitting on-you at 3AM at the party that we can't leave
Cause our friends are there trying to get laid too
I just want to get in bed with you
Don't get it twisted, that's not what I'm about
Not trying to get my dick sucked, dick fucked, make out
Want to fall asleep with Netflix on the TV
Wrap my arms around you, peanut butter and jelly
The way I see this party is that I'm the weird fuck
Sitting in the corner texting through my phone book
No beer in my hand, still trying to talk to you
James Murphy, LCD, making eyes across the room
I'm trying to improve myself, going vegetarian
But the meat that I'm serving isn't letting me care again
I bought this fucking case of protein, collecting dust
Trying to hit the gym right now isn't important
There's no way that I'm chugging this whey
Making shakes, getting buff, not hitting the gym enough
Not hitting the weights, my muscles arent up to snuff
Less of a beef cake, more of string bean fuck
Busy being a self depricating dude
Depressions got a holda me like Henry Rollins did
Will we take the U and I put em together kid
No matter what, I'll keep trying to start today I said
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