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Neverstore - Racer
I met her on this shithole place
At first I liked her pretty face
She bought a drink with crystal ice
starts chasing men with pick-up lines
Song goes just so fucking tragic
wanting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them loosing themselves
No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self-centered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
She tries to converse with my eyes
I thought one eye for this time
later the night when i walked home
I was glad i walked alone
The song goes just so fucking tragic
wanting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them loosing themselves
No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I met her on this shithole place
At first I liked her pretty face
She bought a drink with crystal ice
starts chasing men with pick-up lines
Song goes just so fucking tragic
wanting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them loosing themselves
No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self-centered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
She tries to converse with my eyes
I thought one eye for this time
later the night when i walked home
I was glad i walked alone
The song goes just so fucking tragic
wanting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them loosing themselves
No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a looser
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