Cops with telephones
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You call me crazy cause I talk to my fingers
I do the things that make you angry like ringers
When you call a cab I'm ready to steal it
When I'm at restaurants I stare you through the glass
Money money money that's the only thing you do
You're funny cause you don't expect you're gonna die soon
I hope you die so that somebody can spend what
You earn with such sordid behavior
Doctor doctor I feel like shouting and crying
If you persist in selling shoes stop buying
Get it get it get it you should know I don't like you
You love me neither so we're well paid dudes
You know that soon or later I'll make you cry
Because you know your life is a big lie
Call me call me call the cops with your telephones
I'm the hair in your favorite restaurant's mirror
I like to talk loud when you're into commercials
Cause all I want for you is to get fluffy with chemicals