| Just because I don't say anything,
Doesn't mean I don't like you.
I open my mouth and I try and I try,
But no words came out.
Without 40 ounces of social skills
I'm just an ass in the crack of humanity.
I'm just a huge manitee.
A huge manitee.
And besides you're probably holding hands,
with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands,
and all I wanna do is ride bikes with you
and stay up late and maybe spoon.
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