| She self-medicates
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| She cries and make her lies seem more sincere
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| When she’s out of line
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| She’s always right, got her own best interest in mind
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| She’s a bad girl, always outta line
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| She’s kind, at times
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| She’s the first to pick a fight
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| And convinced that she’s always right
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| She’s up and down, and in and out of this world
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| She’s always out of line, always out of line
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| She drives me crazy, all of the time
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| Bipolar baby, one of a kind
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| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine
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| Bipolar baby, make up your mind
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| Make up your mind
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| She’s a waste of time
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| She’ll leave you high and dry
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| She curses and kisses and talks while she listens
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| She’s a bad girl, always out of line
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| She’s a bad girl, always out of line
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| Always out of line
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| She drives me crazy, all of the time
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| Bipolar baby, one of a kind
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| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine
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| Bipolar baby, make up your mind
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| Make up your mind
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| Time’s slipping away, gotta pick up the pace
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| Like she’s running a race and I’m left behind
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| Is she worth the chase? |
| Should I let her go?
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| If she comes in close, will she hear me say slow down?
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| She drives me crazy, all of the time
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| Bipolar baby, one of a kind
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| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine
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| Bipolar baby, make up your mind
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| She’ll drive you crazy, all of the time
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| Bipolar baby, one of a kind
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| She’ll break your heart like she broke mine
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| Bipolar baby, make up your mind
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| Make up your mind |