She clings to me like cellophane
Fake plastic submarine
Slowly driving me insane
But now that's over

So what if the sex was great
Just a temporary escape
Anorther thing I grew to hate
But now that's over

Why, why do you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down til we see eye to eye
Figured her out I know she
May not be Miss Right, she'll do right now

I used to hang on every word
Each lie was more absurd
Kept me so insecure
But now that's over

She taught me how to trust
And to believe in us
And then she taught me how to cuss....That bitch!
It's over

I know I used to be such a nice boy

She clings to me like cellophane
Fake plastic submarine
She's driving me insane
But now that's over

Why, why do you always kick me when I'm high
Knock me down till we see eye to eye
Figured her out I know she
May not be Miss Right, she'll do right now

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