Текст песни Reason

I've got a girl, and she treats me well

She bakes me things and wear that stuff that smells

She writes me love letters and makes me pink lemonade

She makes me feel better about the stuff that I made

But I don't eat the cookies and I can't even smell

And I'm no fan of poetry as well

I've got paranoia bout what she puts on the drinks

And all that stuff I made, you still think it stinks

Cause I'm the type of guy that takes off the grade

And picks it off gently and smashes it with hate

I pees around yelling, ya flick people off

You havin' a good day but they just fuck off.

Cause I Hate hate hate your guts

I Hate hate hate your guts

And I'll never talk to you again.

I am the death of the party,

I cannot dance up against the wall

And I can't romance I am the loser extraordinaire.

Not to mention I am unpopular.

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I cannot dance up against the wall

And I can't romance I am the loser extraordinaire.

Not to mention I've got real bad here.

I've got a girl and she treats me well

She's way smaller than I am but she wont tell

She loves animals and nature and thinks she has no friends

And she only cries on the weekends

But I tell everybody about her IQ

And even though she begs, I wont take her to the zoo

And I had the reason why she has no friends

And I had the reason that she cries on weekends

I am the death of the party,

I cannot dance up against the wall

And I can't romance I am the loser extraordinaire.

Not to mention I am unpopular.

I am the death of the party,

I cannot dance up against the wall

And I can't romance I am the loser extraordinaire.

Not to mention I've got real bad here.