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Copyright 1996 Steve Goodie ASCAP HORNY DESPERATE GUY I come in alone, and I hope I look cute My shoes are shiny, as shiny as my suit I've got some folding cash, and I'm here to mingle I'm mostly flash, and it's mostly singles And I sit at the bar and I check out the crowd And I can't hear a thing 'cause my suit is so loud And I say, "Hey baby," about twenty times They roll their eyes, as they roll on by And I say, "Baby, you're looking fine You're looking good, girl, hey what's your sign?" And they all see right through the bleak look in my eye They can see I'm a horny, desperate guy And I'm out on the town, I could not get a date I got a crummy little life, that you can validate And I look at your chest while you look in my eye I'm just a horny, desperate guy So I've learned how, to drink alone I carry major plastic, I carry a phone I rented a Ferrari, with tinted windows Cause someone repossessed my '81 Pinto And the grease in my hairpiece runs into my eye I'm just a horny desperate guy So I sit at the bar for hours at a time As one by one they reject my pickup line Now they're closing it down, and I go home alone I get into bed, and I pick up the phone And I dial 1-900 get naked with me And I kiss my wife and I drop off to sleep I was out on the town, I could not get a date So I wound up at home, and I paid to masturbate But tomorrow and every damn day til I die I'll be a horny, desperate guy Desperate guy Copyright 1994 Steve Goodie ASCAP (I WROTE YOU A SONG AND) I WANT IT BACK I gave you my heart, I didn't make you win it I gave you a dress, but I never saw you in it Now you say it's over, just as soon as we begin it Here's a flower, baby, stick your nose in it When I wrote you this song, I thought you were mine Then you sprouted some horns, so I grew me a spine But my lawyer says no you can't give her a smack Well I wrote you this song, now I want it back I wanted you bad, you wanted to wait You put up this wall I couldn't penetrate You said you were waiting for the perfect time Turns out I was waiting in a really long line When I wrote you this song, I'd have given you the sky Turns out you seduced Van Buren Junior High And in the library, too, in the non-fiction stacks Well I wrote you this song, now I want it back Do you love me Or anyone you know (are you into backup singers) Do you want this song Do you know how it goes No I don't think you know When I wrote you this song, it was lightness and fluff I couldn't do no better, I couldn't get enough Now I'm serious like a f---ing heart attack You can keep my stuff, but I want this song back I wrote you a song and now I want it back I wrote you a song and now I want it back I wrote you a song and now I want it back I wrote you a song and now I want it back I wrote you a song and now I want it back I wrote you a song and now I want it back You can keep my stuff but I want this song back Copyright 1995 Steve Goodie ASCAP RULES This big world is so mean and cold I always do just what I'm told So even though I am not too bright The rules are always right As a boy I was good in school Obeyed teacher, and every rule My nose was always somewhere between Brown and squeaky clean Now my life is just as meaningful as can be Cause I only look in front of me I hear the drum, and I march in place With a mindless gaze, plastered on my face I will be all that I can be Rule me, and the rules will take good care of me Now I get up at 6 each day Have a donut and shower and shave Carpool to work where I Follows rules until 5 Now my life is just stretching in front of me Happy happy is all I see I hear the drum, and I march in place With a mindless gaze, plastered on my face Cause I know what they want from me Little mindless me, the rules want to suck out my identity But as hard as I might try I lie awake crying why why why Do I have to be so inadequate I wanna be good but I'm so damn bad at it You won't hear a complaint from me I'm happy knowing they're watching me I hear the drum, and I march in place With a mindless gaze, stapled to my face Just a lemming boy that's me That's the real me, and the rules will always take care of me And the rules are always fair to me I'm lucky, man, to be American From sea to f---ing sea Little mindless me, don't don't don't don't take the rules from me Copyright 1997 Steve Goodie ASCAP CRINGING BASTARD She said: "Hi, I'm a goddamned atheist" Shaking my hand aggressively "Like a male gynecologist I do enjoy that irony" Man she scared me Yes she scared me Is that really irony

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