Swearing doesn't make you cool
Being a bully makes you look like a tool
Calling someone a loser doesn't make you less of one
In fact it makes you look overdone
Calling someone ugly doesn't make you hot
I can't wait for someone to tell you you're not
You smashed your car a week after you could drive it
And what ever happened to keeping things private?
You being drunk at dates makes me sick
Explain to me again why you think that's romantic?
I don't understand what goes through your head
No offense but I think that's enough said
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