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Paroles: Queers. Nothing To Do.

Said, you called me, fucking lied
You little bitch, you deserve to die
I'm just sitting, pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do

You said, we'd go see a flick
You said that you'd suck my dick
Then I saw you with that jock
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do