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Excuse me Who are you to tell me what to do Where to go Who to like F- you 'cause I'm riding my bike (hey!) Please help me I can't go on That's why I came and wrote this song (we wrote this song) My pride is high My love is gone I really need to carry on How much more should I go through taking this crap from you? It's making me insane I'd pay a man to beat me with a chain, maybe jump from an air-o-plane to get over you I want to yell I want to cry These are emotions that I try to hide It's running left, it's running right I try to masturbate with all my might F- off, little troll, same disease cause you look like asshole (asshole) Online, when I saw the picture of you like Rupaul Aus Songtexte Mania