You get my goat; i`ll slit your throat
I`ll cut your head off while i`m at it
We`ve got a date so don`t be late; i don`t think eight is all that early
You`re never ready, you`re never ready
We`re going steady, so what`s your problem?
I`ll give you something to cry about!
I could care less about how you dress
Just bring plenty of money let`s make the scene before things get mean
And, baby, don`t call me honey
You`re never ready...
I`ll give you something to cry about!
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