We were all alone
Then she bit my bone
I said, ?Let's sell the phone
Try to get away"

I knew she wasn't here
She nailed at my feet
Wet socks on the floor
But it's all the same

Last year we got sick
Doctors did the trick
Now I gotta use stick
But it's still the same

And then I saw you dry
As a cactus
Ono you go home

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Writer(s): GERALD V. CASALE, MARK ALLEN MOTHERSBAUGH