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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSomething About Maggie
Maggie, don't you knowHe's got a real fuse, about to blow?You gotta let him go(People say, people say, run away, run away)Gilly thinks that he's a DJMakes me want to slit my wristBreaking mirrors on the subwayNo one dances to his hitsGlitter Whippits on the freewayMamas and papas shitting bricks, yeahGive your boy a little leewayNo one dances to his playlistYeah, you gotta let him go!Maggie, don't you know?He's got a real fuse about to blowYou gotta let him go(People say, people say)Maggie, the deck is stackedYou gotta hit your boyfriend backYou gotta hit him back(People say, people say, run away, run away)God bless the doomsday scrollersThank you for doing all the work, oohGod damn the Holy RollersMakin' the matters worseFourth of July and it's snowing (Oh yeah)Where do you think that you're going? (Oh yeah)Yeah, I'll never let you goMaggie, don't you know?He's got a real fuse about to blowYou gotta let him go(People say, people say)Maggie, the deck is stackedYou gotta hit your boyfriend backYou gotta hit him back(People say, people say, run away, run away)(People say, people say, run away, run away)Away, awayMaggie, don't you know?He's got a real fuse about to blowYou gotta let him go(People say, people say)Maggie, the deck is stackedYou gotta hit your boyfriend backYou gotta hit him back(People say, people say, run away, run away)MaggieMaggieLet him go(People say, people say)MaggieMaggieHit him back(People say, people say, run away, run away)
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