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You Oughta Know

I want you to know that I'm happy for you

I wish nothing but the best for you both

An older version of me

Is she preverted like me

Would she go down on you in a theater?

Does she speak eloquently

And would she have your baby

I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

 

Cause the love that you gave that we made

Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no

And everytime you speak her name

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me

Until you died 'til you died

But you're still alive

 

And I'm here to remind you

Of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny me

Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know

 

You seem very well, things look peaceful

I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know

Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity

I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner

It was a slap on the face how quickly I was replaced

Are you thinking of me when you fuck her

 

Cause the love that you gave that we made

Wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no

And everytime you speak her name

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me

Until you died 'til you died

But you're still alive

 

Well I'm here to remind you

Of the mess you left when you went away

It's not fair to deny me

Of the cross I bear that you gave to me

You, you, you oughta know

 

Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me

And I'm not going to fade

As soon as you close your eyes and you knew it

And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back

I hope you feel it ...can you feel it?

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