Girl Trouble Lyrics

You never talk to me
She never talks to me
What the hell am I supposed to do
If she won't talk to me?

One, two, three, four

It wasn't fashion man
No temporary friends
She stayed around for a while
But I wanted to stay a longer

Coming home the darkest night
We never had a fight
Well that's not true
But it was cool for a while
So thanks for asking

Whoa-o, whoa-o-o
You're the only thing I can't throw away [x2] Pick it up now!

You say you're born to die
God I f*cking hate cliches
You can call me what you want
As long as I'm not ordinary

You never talk to me
She never talks to me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
If she won't talk to me?

Whoa-o, whoa-o-o
You're the only thing I can't throw away

Go!

Whoa-o, whoa-o-o
You're the only thing I can't throw away

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