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Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You've got to let him go People say, people say, run away, run away He really thinks that he's a D.J Makes me want to slit my wrists Breaking mirrors on the subway No one dances to his hits Doing whippets on the freeway Mommas and poppas shitting bricks, yeah! Give him all a little leeway No one dances to his playlist, yeah You gotta let him go! Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You've got to let him go (People say, people say) Maggie, your deck is stacked You've got to hit your boyfriend back You've got to hit him back (People say, people say, run away, run away) God bless the doomsday scrollers Thinking about doom with all the work, ooh! SongtexteGod damn the holy rollers Making the matters worse Fourth of July and it’s snowing (oh yeah) Where do you think that you're going? (oh yeah) Yeah, I'll never let you go Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You've got to let him go (People say, people say) Maggie, your deck is stacked You've got to hit your boyfriend back You've got to hit him back! (People say, people say, run away, run away) (People say, people say, run away, run away) Maggie, don't you know? He's got a real fuse about to blow You've got to let him go (People say, people say) Maggie, your deck is stacked You've got to hit your boyfriend back You've got to hit him back (People say, people say) Maggie, maggie Let him go! (People say, people say) Maggie, maggie Hit him back (People say, people say, run away, run away) Aus Songtexte Mania