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Stars and love burn bright,
Till they’re ready to die.
The broken spend their nights,
Staring at the sky.
You, oh, you had a sad urge,
To be wanted by fools.
Welcoming girls that would be,
Snoopin', troopin' enveloping your family jewels.
You chose to grow your nose,
But deep down you knew I knew,
You knew I knew that,
I’d up and run quicker,
Than good boys could come,
They said I was too good for you.
Wake up little Suzie,
It’s bad news when you hear a guy cry.
You spilled the beans in January,
Timed it perfectly after your granny died.
Till they’re ready to die.
The broken spend their nights,
Staring at the sky.
You, oh, you had a sad urge,
To be wanted by fools.
Welcoming girls that would be,
Snoopin', troopin' enveloping your family jewels.
You chose to grow your nose,
But deep down you knew I knew,
You knew I knew that,
I’d up and run quicker,
Than good boys could come,
They said I was too good for you.
Wake up little Suzie,
It’s bad news when you hear a guy cry.
You spilled the beans in January,
Timed it perfectly after your granny died.
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