butch vig is god.
Clutch your pictures of the Pope. (just like I told you)
Pray to God for love and hope. (just like I warned you)
Bring the Virgin home for luck. (just like I told you)
Bolt the door, try to keep it shut. (just like I warned you)
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I'm overworked but I'm undersexed
I must be made of concrete
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If we sleep together
Will you like me better
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I think I'm paranoid
And complicated
I think I'm paranoid
Manipulate it
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Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected
God I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
excerpts of lyrics off garbage's version 2.0, which is perma-stuck in my laptop/pc/radio.
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