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This one goes out to Em..... Gotta Lotta Heartache Shes a fucken weasel These issues make my mind ache Wanna make a deal? I push "Cycle Automatic" And you pray you won't go static When I ring you out to dry I'll beat you down until you cry She is a player , diarehea giver Tried to cuss me out but she was running out of air I would like to find her friday night Hanging in the wash - uh - What happened to Natasha? Life just sucks I lost the one I'm givin up He found someone There's plenty more, but. BOYS ARE SUCH A DRAG!! Damn, I ran out of detergent But washin you isn't that urgent And Em'll be standin on the sidlines While I'll be tacklin the right guy Gotta Lotta Heartache She's a fucken weasel And tumblin dead in the dryer Shut up , boy your such a liar Chorus Ease away the probelms and the pain The guy chose the girl that makes you wanna kick and scream All along you wishin he would stay Fuck the girl who wanted you away and... Chorus Fuck this place I lost the war I hate you all Your girl's a whore! a female dog... and BOYS ARE SUCH A DRAG!!!