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Low Millions Ex Girlfriends

So dizzy I can't close my eyes So love sick I wanna be with you tonight So desperate I think I'll hit the bars So tired of not having you in my arms

Here come the nightingales or could it be the mockingbird They're at my windowsill, they flew in as soon as they heard Enter the doctor and the nurse,

Fine, I understand okay with me If that's the plan you can take the stereo The TV and the video, the bed, the sheets And pillows before you go But for

I used to screwdriver I couldn't find the key I had to know your secrets The thoughts you kept from me I read how you resent me You even dreamed that

They're shutting off the phone, cutting off the gas I can't afford to heat, the water in my bath I'm barely getting by, I'm hanging by a string It's

Hotter than a Puerto Rican mama, suckin' on ice in a sauna Hotter than a little cheerleader, throwin' back cheap tequila Hotter than a stolen Rolex, hotter