Wreck
Wreck

Get over it.
It'll never amount to anything,
Just understand who the toy is this time.
She'll crank you up
then watch you run all over this place,
but she'll shut the door before you make it in--
You'll hit your face on all that's gold
until you realize it's all run out.


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