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got Roper.

drove all over L.A. looking for it.

good.

-end.

“He’s burning the butane
He’s got a wallest chain
He will show off his tattoos
He’s almost six foot six
He’s scoping all the chicks
While he’s hanging on to you
And you’re unaware that his eyes are never on you
He’s working on his game
Just pretend that you’re in love with what’s his name.

You’re the one who’s breaking every heart in here
You’re with stupid.
He’s the one who should be crying in his beer,
You’re with stupid.

Her face is all aglow
So pale like whitest snow
It’s more than I can bear
I’m swallowing so hard
I’m keeping up my guard
I am trying not to swear
Cuz he’s right there with his perfect arms around you
Stabbing my heart through.
If he wouldn’t punch my face in
I’d say to you….

You’re the one who’s breaking every heart in here

You’re with stupid.

He’s the one who should be crying in his beer,

You’re with stupid.

See the sunlight shining through
He just isn’t good for you.

You’re the one who’s breaking every heart in here

You’re with stupid.

He’s the one who should be crying in his beer,

You’re with stupid.
You’re the one who’s causing every eye to tear
You’re with stupid.
I’m the one who wishes he could disappear
I feel stupid.”

-“You’re With Stupid,” by Roper