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Wake up head pounding, feeling like an idiot
It's Phair to miss the boys who make love cuz they're in it
No, you're immune
You're kissing at the bar, you're hailing a car
You treat it like a game, you don't know his last name
It's too soon

You’ve gotta rack it up, rack it up to say you’re experienced
You’ve gotta pass it out, pass it out and pass out on the floor
You’ve gotta rack it up, rack it up to say you’re experienced
You’ve gotta pass it out, pass it out and pass out on the floor, and come back for more

Hey, Christine, what you want to be when you grow up?
Hey, John McClane, what you want to be when you’re old like me?
I feel so old, Christine

How's a girl like you get to be a girl like you?
Lucky, I guess
No not lucky, up to no good - you're lying
Could tease a man half to death without trying
So stop … and go

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from The Times We Didn't Have Fun, released September 27, 2011

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