Hey Mom, why didn't you warn me?
Cos' about girls is something I should have known.
They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes.
I know they're bad for me - but I just can't leave 'em alone.
So I walked under a van, I got hit by a train.
Kept falling in love, which is kinda the same.
I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane.
And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.
Oo, felt so good, I wanna do it again.

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