Haven't Got a Clue

Oh man!
 Oh right!
 One, two, three
 You haven't got a clue
 And you don't know what to do
 You used your money and your friends
 To try and trick me
 But you won't trick me
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 As far as I can tell
 You've created your own hell
 Now you walk around this place
 Expecting pity
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 Every time you throw a fit I
 Can't decide if you're full of it and
 Every time you state your case the
 More I want to punch your face I go
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 I still can't believe
 All your plastic surgery
 Now it's everybody's problem
 That you're unhappy
 Oh, come on!
 Every time you state your case the
 More I want to punch your face...
 Every time you state your case the
 More I want to punch your face...
 Every time you state your case the
 More I want to punch your face I go