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Line up your little bottles In a tight little row Then try to sip some courage Through a rusted straw You're convinced she wants you, And you will have your way, Then why did you ignore her? While the Diva sat upon your knee You're not a man, you're just a fool The odds are good You ain't got what it takes You're wrapped in so much pain And we should pity that Why don't you write her a poem, Or better yet a song or two I'm sure she'll be quite taken Paint a monument upon her back That you can see as she walks away An impression that you can't forget An unexpected visit means more to you than her The years have played some cruel tricks it seems She's not reacting like you thought she would Oh wasted, wasted, wasted You're acting like a fool The floor belongs to you, it's yours That's an image that she can't forget Aus Songtexte Mania