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I met you in the morning at seven-thirty

You said your name I forgot it already

A hard night full of liquor and smoking pot

I thought I'd remember but I guess I forgot

So, I Picked you up in the parking lot

Behind the station where we'd never get caught

I never thought that we'd get caught

Till the police showed up and then they shot



So who's to say

That I know exactly what I mean to you

A hundred an hour and then we're through

Yea, I know I'll see you around town

Looking hott in a skimpy gown

Don't forget my face, I plan to make my mark here in this place

This part of town is looking down

As for you, I really hate that gown



Walking around, Talking around

Making love and skipping school

I love to break the law

I love to break every single rule

You once told me I love to hate

I know you're right, I will not fight

All this shit is going down

And it won't be long till I see you around



So who's to say

that I know exactly what I mean to you

A dollar an hour and then we're through

Yea, I know I'll see you around town

Looking hott in a skimpy gown

Don't forget my face, I plan to make my mark here in this place

This part of town is looking down

As for you, I really hate that gown



You fucked-up whore

What is it that you are thinking?

Are you still thinking or are you dreaming?

Do you have the plans to leave this town

Or do I still have to see you in that skimpy gown?

Can't you get a decent job where you work past 8

A job where you don't masterbate

I thought I knew you but maybe I don't



So who's to say

that I know exactly what I mean to you

A dollar an hour and then we're through

Yea, I know I'll see you around town

Looking hott in a skimpy gown

Don't forget my face, I plan to make my mark here in this place

This part of town is looking down

As for you, I really hate that fucking gown