I´m moving in She´s moving out to Los Angeles She´s got a truck; she´s got my stuff Packed into it Just seven months Was just enough Of putting up with me Imagine that A baseball bat upside her TV
she says she needs some therapy
[Chorus:] You know it seemed so simple before She could have asked I would have given her anything And now it´s 1, 2, 3 Blame it all on me And I had to find it out the hard way
She calls me up She´s breaking down In Los Angeles She misses home She´s all alone She can´t handle it But seven months was just enough Of putting up with her You´re brand new nose & bigger boobs Don´t change a thing
You need some therapy I think you need some help
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She´s got a lot to figure out She´s got a lot to think about She´s got a lot to forget about She´s got a lot to live without So many things to miss about me
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