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I said I was sorry
Hanging out lunchtime pranks get carried away
I meant what I said
The part about your walk
Not the part about your deadbeat dog
Conflicts abound go eye to eye
She’s four foot nine and I’m six foot five
Greedy for attention
we step up
strap on
Bobby Pep brings the Bantam.

Don't know why you'd ever hang out with me
Don't know why you've never done your own thing
Contemplating while I sit by the sink
Torn by apathy and what the world thinks
Don't know why you'd ever hang out with me
Don't know why you've never done your own thing
Double meanings hand in hand with double standards

Circles of friends
Buy 'em in bulk
Get a great deal on friendship
Paste eaters as children
They were
Culturally enlightened
By 4 minute microwave karma
You thought I said I was lonely
Did I ever really say that?
I don’t think I ever said that
Mistaken identity
That curly haired miss has taken my identity

Don't know why you'd ever hang out with me
Don't know why you've never done your own thing
Contemplating while I sit by the sink
Torn by apathy and what the world thinks
Don't know why you'd ever hang out with me
Don't know why you've never done your own thing
Double meanings hand in hand with double standards

Rockin’ and a-dancin’ away
Summer well spent preparin’ for the end of the world.
Do the whiteboy
Ladies do the hop
Do the slapdance, girl
You’d better not stop stop
Stop my flow
Just be cool
Give it away, give it away, give it away now.
Bring it back
Just in time
Step out back
Shoot ‘em up
Make way for the next rhyme

Droppin’ beats baby
Cleanin’ up the dance floor
Ghetto booties movin'
You don’t need no freakin’ tootsie roll
To get this lame train movin’
You don’t need no kung-fu grip
off the fresh tip
Of my Aunt Matilda’s lip
Homegrown verses back the sounds
Running when we hit the ground
All around
Can’t be found
Anyone we will not astound.
Doing damage to your feet
With the beat we repeat,
Hand in hand
With your feet
Shot up from the funky beat
Don’t know why you’d ever hang out with me
Don’t know why you’d ever hang out with me

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from The Fullerenes Talk Serious About Luv, released September 1, 1998
Lyrics by Ryan Arnholt

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