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I guess I met the Devil
But I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail
But still timeless like a letter

As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare
At the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "Look at yourself"
I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase

And now you're all screwed up

You're so yesterday, miles away
Promised myself on New Years Day
I'd take a bath today and wash you away
As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain

Your sister called me yesterday
To tell me I was a loser
At least I haven't lost my mind
And at least I'm not a boozer

As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on 'How to give dirty looks'
Every time I should be put in my place

And now you're all screwed up

You're so yesterday, miles away
Promised myself on New Years Day
I'd take a bath today and wash you away
As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain

I guess I met the devil
But I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail
But still timeless like a letter

You're so yesterday, miles away
Promised myself on New Years Day
I'd take a bath today and wash you away
As all of your little blond hairs go down the drain

All of your little blond hairs
All of your little blond hairs
All of your little blond hairs