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Verse 1

I wanted you to know what I think about you


So what you do you stupid boob you
What kind of boob, what kind of boob
A horrible thing to be

Pre-Chorus
You stupid fiddle got a wed band
You silly stupid married f**king boob

Chorus
That boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
That boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
The same f**king boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
Feeling like an boob on the phone

Verse 2
Who knows what kind of boob I am
Who knows what kind of boob I am
Better off without this kind of fooling
I love, I hate, I am an boob

Pre-Chorus
So I feel like an boob playing the same old song again
Playing the same old song again

Chorus
That boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
That boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
The same f**king boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
Feeling like an boob on the phone

Bridge
If you choose to use my name against me
Just to put me down

Chorus
That boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
That boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
The same f**king boob that you hate has put a gun to your face
Feeling like an boob on the phone

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