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I've written you thirty-seven letters, none of which I'll ever sendBut I'll write them and re-read them, over and over againI have sixteen that say I love you, sixteen that wish you deadAnd drunken Bukowski ramblings in the five that I have leftTo whom it may concern, I will not call you on the phoneAt 3:30 in the morning when the loneliness hits homeIf Virginia is for lovers, Cinton Avenue's for foolsAnd November just can't help itself from reminding me of youEasy to see, oh stupid meHas got it bad for a skinny legged girlGot it bad for a skinny-legged girlIt goes ba ba bada ba ba bada ba ba bada baaaaBada la ba dadadadaWith your paintings, books and pictures in a box under my bedI should throw them all away, but I will keep them here insteadAs a reminder of the damage a black-rimmed glasses girl can doWell I am walking, sulking, living, breathing, singing, living proofEasy to see, oh stupid meHas got it bad for a skinny legged girlGot it bad for a skinny-legged girlIt goes ba ba bada ba ba bada ba ba bada baaaaBada la ba dadadadaSongtexteWell I can't extrude romantic, I destroy the things I loveAnd this role of the victim, well it fits me like a gloveBut every victim needs a villain, and mine looks a lot like youSincerely and yours truly I sign number forty-twoEasy to see, Oh stupid meHas got it bad for a skinny legged girlGot it bad for a skinny-legged girlIt goes ba ba bada ba ba bada ba ba bada baaaaBada la ba dadadada Aus Songtexte Mania