After three o'clock you call again, asking for some hot pics
Nice to know I'm at least good material for you
Well what happens after you got what you wanted
When I feel so dirty and used
I fall sleep for a moment, I see weird dreams
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And I wait for you like you were Jesus
I make you some kind of saint
Even though you are actually quite a prick
Fuck it, I open a second bottle of red wine
When I wait for you like you were Jesus
When I decide I've had enough
Then you of course call, saying "hey, sorry"
And say that you've missed me
When did I become so pathetic
That I listen to you even though I know you're lying
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I know you only visit me when you are bored
But that's enough even though you leave me tomorrow
Then I'll just cry again and eat two liters of ice cream
Swearing that I'll never get involved with guys like you
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