and i liked you for that
now you're all gone, got your make-up on
and you're not coming back
bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
talking trash, under your breath
bleachin' your teeth, smiling flash
talking trash, under my window
park that car, drop that phone,
sleep on the floor, dream about me
used to be the one of the rotten ones
and i liked you for that
now you're all gone, got your make-up on
and you're not coming back
What a wrenching, inevitable decay.
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