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Let me tell you, what's on my mind
Her stereo's just driving me bananas
She's so stubborn, you know her kind
All day long, she just listens to Alanis Morisette
But I can't never get that song out of my head

If you like I will tell you what it is
It's just the kind of old school dance
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes something like this

Like this. Something like this

I can't blame her for the shit she likes
It's just the taste, so I gonna keep her running
She loves listening to Whining Dykes
Going on and on, well Jesus, now where's the fun in that
I'm happy I can't get this song out of my head

If you like I will tell you what it is
It's got an off-beat rhythm and a melody
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes something like this

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